Sometimes, at night, I sit and cry

Not giving a **** about life and wishing to die

But then I met you and got to make you mine

Started to convince myself everything'll be fine

But still, that darkness creeps in with hands so cold

And it asks me, "What's so great about growing old?"

In the morning I see you again and on your face a smile

Perhaps it would be okay to live for a while..

My world is now dyed a whole new hue

After you appeared and changed my view