Where's the harm?
What's the problem?
Holding back on what I like the most
Unlike you, unlike you, you know
Seven days, seven prayers
But I can't help thinking about the things I miss
I don't sleep much anymore
There's a locket on my eyes I can't open
I won't write back anymore
There's a blindfold on my past I can't loosen
Seven days, seven prayers
But I can't help thinking about the things I miss
I don't sleep much anymore
There's a locket on my eyes I can't open
I won't write back anymore
There's a blindfold on my past I can't loosen