It looks like it's one of those nights,
When my eyes stay wide open,
Too tired to get up, completely broken,
As I desperately try to find bliss.
It looks like it's one of those nights,
When it's all nice and calm,
But somehow in my head it's just alarms.
I guess it's one of those nights,
When there's no one to wipe these tears.
What's with this unnecessary fear?
It is one of those nights,
When once again I grow cold and numb,
Turning my bed sheets from pale,
To a beautiful scarlet red without any fail.
