In The Night

Why do we die in the night like we're nothing?

Weren't we meant for something more?

Drifting through this world lifelessly.

Gone like a leaf on the wind.

Bleeding myself dry every day.

The excitement is gone.

There's nothing left to see.

Blinded by the rage.

What's left for this world?

There's nothing we can't heal from.

I no longer care.

The will to live is gone.

This is my last plea.

Someone save me from this nightmare.

Wake me from this dream.

I no longer wish to sleep.

This mundane existence has taken its toll.

Let my last words be this.

Don't turn around.