S.O.S.

You don't know struggle And you don't know sorrow And you don't know what it's like To have to watch somebody die So don't pretend to act like you know me And pick apart what you don't understand The book is long Descriptive and haunting It's full of sentences you can't comprehend Comprehend You don't know struggle You don't know sorrow You don't know what it's like To watch somebody die So don't pretend to act like you know me And pick apart what you don't understand The book is long Descriptive and haunting It's full of sentences you can't comprehend Comprehend Comprehend, oh So what's it like to have that comfort To know you'll always be covered To know someone will be there? Well I've never had that comfort Or the luxuries of being covered So night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night I'll be staying up late Fighting off the shakes Puking out the window Repressing things you can never know I'll be staying up late Fighting off the shakes Puking out the window Repressing things you can never know Things you can never know Things you can never know Things you can never know