WAKE This night is a mess I don´t found you on my chest, just silencie, more is less. Is time I need pass this test. Now I'm spinning in my bed, just dreaming but is true this feeling: about you, I meaning my flesh is breathing and your blood needed. I see like broke my sky even if it is solded with tears holded, more than you would have expected, more than I would have wanted. The night is a mess your name no more my stress, but you do not forget this is my beat bombing on my chest whit this words that you read at least.