Trauma Video (MV)

All of a tremble after what's been said
The trauma resembles those thoughts in my head
Wind and rain under clear grey
The city bends to tradition
Adverse conditions watch the goer's get gone while I'm just sitting there writing

Writing my dear friend and this message is binding
So find out by trying
What more of a sign need you to have
Calling hello there and numbers go where they won't be missed
In your black book list
Here write it on this
Looking toward my dear friend my eyes signaling let us leave this place
To those left standing
Their task a talk to deceive

My dear friend I've come to the serious end
Lying to myself I know
Yes I'm so sure
Nothing is wrong
No words have been committed
Yes I'm so sure

Hearing those nostalgic words
Think of times we had truantly mad and so glad to have left our school
Running out the back ways all to save your days
And only days you say it's where you might be
Calling hello there and numbers go where they won't be missed
In your black book list
Here write it on this