I hate the night
I hate it, at night
I lay awake for hours
Thinking, Contemplating.
Distant Memories
They won't fade away
Distant Memories
They keep me awake.

What could I have done,
To prevent this?
What could I have done,
To live a better life?

My so long ago past
Haunts me,
Tricks me into making it
My Present.
My Future.

If my past becomes
My Present.
My Future.
Same Mistakes,
More Distant Memories,
Will keep me awake at night.

Knocking at my door.
Peeping through my window.
Creeping under my bed.
Whispering to me,
Telling me, come back.
Trying to, convince me.

I hate the night
I hate it, at night
I lay awake for hours
Thinking, Contemplating.
Distant Memories
They won't fade away
Distant Memories
They keep me awake.