It's 12:30 am,
And I am wide awake.
I can't sleep thru this night,
In this sorrowful state.
There's nothing to make me dream,
And if I do,
I'll wake to silent screams,
Because I dream of you.
Sometimes I'd rather be buried in the ground,
not alive but dead.
So you don't have to hear me make any sounds,
Or think about what I've said.
Matter of fact,
I think I want you to.
Without you here,
I feel doomed.
I know I can make it on my own,
But this feeling I have,
Without you I'm alone.
Please don't turn your back,
Please don't turn your head.
Make this happen.
Don't make me feel like I need to be dead,
Don't try to hurt me again. |
