He used to count falling tears
When asked who he was in the last four years
The kind of boy who collects all these kinds of fears
Wouldn't like to hear more than goes into your ears

And it's like your heart has learned from the stars
How erasing and falling apart suddenly
And even though the time passed
The anguish in his chest still doesn't let him rest or be

So he told himself
My well-being is a memory that is getting older
All that I feel is the weight of the world on my shoulders
I just want to find a way to come back to bed
Without the company of these silent noises in my head

He had everything at his fingertips
Until youth changed something in the way he breathed
The kind of boy who spills thoughts with every heartbeat
Wander with the weight of your brain chained to your own feet

And when the night fall, he listens something call
From a place that there's no return
Making a whole life pass before browned eyes
Of someone who lost much more than earn

So he told himself
My well-being is a memory that is getting older
All that I feel is the weight of the world on my shoulders
I just want to find a way to come back to bed
Without the company of these silent noises in my head

So he said over and over
I just want to find a way, I just want to find a way
A way, a way
I just want to find a way
I just want to find a way

I just want to find a way