The sun is rising
so I should be sleeping.
The dark is fading,
and I'm still breathing.

It's almost over-
these nights that I fear.
My own path is what I make,
what I steer.

With the company of others
I still go to bed alone,
for I don't have the strength
to pick up the phone.

I hate to be alone
but I love it so,
I love the touch and the feel
of a lovers happy glow.

So innocent, so pure
ending abruptly for the fear of the future.

Although it is all a blur
I can see clearly now
no one is going to have me completely,
not in this town.

Not in this town,
not in this life.

My body is tainted,
it's the end of my life.

The sun is rising
I had a good day.
I should be sleeping,
I should have convinced you
to stay.