The worst of the night
Is that creeping fatal doubt
That leeches onto my spirit
Reminding me I'm not good

The worst of the night
Is that familiar aching
Deep in my heart, no
The aching that is my heart

The worst of the night
Is recalling the whole day
And remembering what I
Should have done differently

The worst of the night
Is knowing tomorrow is coming
No matter what happens, it comes
And my demons wait for me