Poor and tired, feelin' wicked
I never thought the night
Would ever drag me down
If you ask me what I thought it took
To just cut it down
More inspired, barely listening
I wrote it out knowing
I would have to cut it down
Luckily I bought an afterthought
Just to give to you
I don't want to lose my memories
It's all the same when it's pulled
By the glow of the moon
I don't want to lose my memory.
Beggin' not to choose my dear
Always I'm near
But accused I'll disappear
Wandering far away
I am stronger now, singing daydreams
Inner child's got a candle burning
At both ends
Cruelest world is when the sun goes down and the light's all gone
Only the night is a friend to me
And only that friend could betray
Me
Every time
Still, I wake again
Tomorrow