I say goodnight to the moon and goodnight to each star,
and goodnight my angel though from me she's so far.
I hope she's slept soundly, each night since she fell,
my every night is so perfect, for in my dreams she does dwell.
But not in my waking, for she's found happiness elsewhere,
yet I really do hope she still know's that I care.
I hope tomorrow treats her, to all the good that can be,
and in her dreams she does smile, so happy, and free.

It's what is best.
It still hurts though.
Now I'll sit here in pain,
with nowhere to go.
And you'll be sitting there,
thinking of him.
So I'll cut of my breathing,
till the world starts to go dim.
I'll break my knuckles,
I'll beat my fists,
and try to ignore,
this pain in my wrists.
Because nothing is better,
than helping you,
it might hurt a lot,
but it's the best thing to do.

You'll never know how many poems you've inspired,
or how many night on which, you cross my mine when I'm tired.
You'll never know how much I care right now,
because I really do want to explain, but I've just no idea on how.

In my head rings the call, of my swiftly beating heart,
and I find my thinking, way back to the start.
Had I known the future then, what would I do?
Because the pain of loss, was a lot to go through.
But I like to think, I'd have still chosen this path,
though many wish otherwise, and on their behalf,
I will say this much, and this much only,
though so much has changed, I'll still die being me.

If just for a moment, I knew how you felt,
then maybe I could play, the cards I've been dealt.
But as things stand, I don't get the game,
everything's different, but each night's the same

Oh what does it matter? There's "Nothing to say"
and if there was, there's no difference anyway.
So what if there's not, maybe I want to,
it's better than sitting here, writing of you.

But it doesn't matter, just forget my name,
then maybe one day, this won't hurt the same