Letra da Música: Finesse - Goot

So I close my eyes and try to find an explination why.
Come what will, I just can't feel on any certain day.
And every second of our miserable lives is just another reason I should find a better place to hide.
I lie awake, I'm thinking of another word you said.
I just can't sleep, I just can't sleep with all the words inside (of me)