I'm so scared of the sea,
I'm so scared of the rain
Of your tears,
Here it comes
I'm so scared of electric poles,
Of being left alone without contact
Of your tears,
Here it comes
Mom is talking to herself,
Talking to herself
Have to take responsibility,
Not a child anymore
But I want to sleep so badly
And it's sunday morning
I'm so worried about time,
The worries move from the heart to the body
Your depression
Here it comes
Darkness...
Mom is talking to herself...
Where to begin?