The stars shine a lovely tune,
as the sun drifts slowly into space,
and I turn to the moon with delight,
shadows will hide me from my face.
I'm sick of losing all I've known,
and I'm tired of it all,
I'm tired in general reader,
I'd just like to lie down and fall.
No one will help me or knows my pain,
no one will see past the quietness or way,
I wish that they would say something,
but they just look the other way.
Maybe I need to sleep or dream,
maybe I need to run away,
I'm just to lazy to move as I stare at the moon,
and the prices that I pay.
The night will save me from horror,
despite my common fear,
I know now that darkness is my savior,
despite the lightness that I hear.
The stars quickly burn out,
and I'm left here alone,
I scream at the sun that's rising,
and the people that start to roam.
They stare at me strangely,
and I try not to care,
and I leave for the night on the other side of the world,
life's just not fair.
