some day this long night, will soon never be; the things that i say, the person i see. i will love myself eventually. right now, i'm not sure, and sometimes that's alright. there's more moments of bliss, than the most restless of nights. though they come slowly, and their presense is sparce, i still know them by heart, and you know who you are. and if night turns to day, but night takes me away, just know you're the reason, my sad soul had stayed.