Every night I go to bed
full of grief; I feel so dead
the battle starts
within my heart
On the bed here I lie
with every beat I nearly die
my heart set up a race
& my mind to you, it chase
With the darkness getting dark
my heart is set at a fiercy spark
with lame mind and watery(crying) eye
every night I nearly die
I can feel every drop of my blood
with your thought my imaginations flood
our talks and our encounters
brings me a great disaster
I want you to hug me tight
& bring me back from this fight
the battle in which I'm already defeat
with my armours down I'm at your feet!!!
on the bed here I lie
and that's how everyday I die¡¡¡