I lay here wondering about the fears you can sleep through.
I don't know, you say. As if that's a justifiable explanation.
Sleepless is this night you tell me that I scare you.
Am I your fear?
Am I the one you don't know?
Sleep away this night. It's just another night.
What will tomorrow mean anyway?
When will you notice I'm here?
Some day.
I lay here wondering about the fears you can sleep through.
I wish, but I know I can't help you.