I feel nostalgic to memories I never left, to memories I live with everyday I don’t want to leave it, don’t want to. Music, coffee, studying for hours & lying almost dead, doing nothing. Waking up on my mother’s voice, knowing always I’ll be back home. Tears never dried. So lie here my darling, lie with your broken dreams as you’ll no longer going to live tomorrow. No one will find rest, trust me! They’ll turn to paper trees as you’ll close your eyes, no one will find peace; the voice will keep calling tell no other.