Night, at night
I watched my friends die
One by one
Why?
And when I wake
I've never been so glad to live
Night, at night
I try to fight or hide
No use
I'm found
Kill me
Kill me
And when I wake
I've never been so glad to live
And when I wake
I've never felt such joy upon seeing your face
Is this worth enduring just to feel something?
Do I have a say in my own imagination?
No
And when I wake
I've never been so glad to live
And when I wake
I've never felt such joy upon seeing your face