Bad News-The Insomnia Night

It doesn't matter the day it was Cold winter morning in the sun No words in mouth Tears in the eyes With ripped hearts Where the birds sang And the day began to turn to night No way out, drifting outside And not to know to say, and never forget the time At the end the bad news came true Worst nightmare, but it ﾌ《 real and cruel What could I do to help, and help myself The shock is confused When the skies fall into your head And the ground disappears at your feet And the tears slow down in your face With nothing else, nothing else to say