its in the night he speaks to me, its in the night he cries its in the night he calls to you and whispers his last goodbyes but he wakes up every morning his face still stained with tears his dreams of death escape him as hes greeted by his fears another day to live, just as the day before waiting for his chance to pass through the hidden door and be greeted the other side by another world with pain no escape but for death to out run the pounding rain You all pretend you care and think your pain is worse but living in a blackened world is his pain, his life, his curse the lights on stage go out and everything is dark this time he falls alseep on his world, his blood's the only mark
