Aereogramme

Maybe it's strange
I've barely made a sound for twenty-four hours
But what's to say
When all that's inside is poison to everyone
But I know one day I'll find a new light
And I will take the sickness and I'll bury it down
Cause every moment, every second
Should be precious, understand
That I don't know how to live
At all
At all
Maybe I'll change