Will you still love me in the morning?
When you see all my scars
Inflicted by others and of me.

Will you still love me in the morning?
When you've heard of my demons
Loathing me for all the sins I've done.

Will you still love me in the morning?
When you learn about who I was
And the person I will never become.

Will you still love me in the morning?
When all I have become
Is hate and misery.

Will you still love me in the morning?
When I'm in cold sweat, frightened, and crying
From the nightmare of what was.

Will you still love me in the morning?
When you see my hand shaking, and as if I cannot breathe
Because of my anxiety attacks that I seem to hide so well.

Will you still love me in the morning?
When all has been said and done
And you've discovered the person behind the facade.

Will you still love me in the morning?
Or maybe the question should be,
Did you ever love me?