Where's the harm? What's the problem? Holding back on what I like the most Unlike you, unlike you, you know Seven days, seven prayers But I can't help thinking about the things I miss I don't sleep much anymore There's a locket on my eyes I can't open I won't write back anymore There's a blindfold on my past I can't loosen Seven days, seven prayers But I can't help thinking about the things I miss I don't sleep much anymore There's a locket on my eyes I can't open I won't write back anymore There's a blindfold on my past I can't loosen