. . . Do you still love me when you are sleeping, Then will I fit well in your arms? All that anger you've been keeping, With your eyes shut can it still do me harm?
I sit here beside you afraid to lie down, My mind can't rest after everything you've said. I'm afraid to wake you so I don't make a sound, I'm not sure why I even came to bed.
I have given you everything but it's not enough, I am so sad and I feel so alone, I want to stay but you're making it tough, I live here but I'm not at home.
Do you still love me when you are sleeping, Or will you push me away. Am I something you feel is worth keeping, Or does it make me stupid to stay?