I would cry when I woke
Because I didn't want you to leave
In the morning
Getting dressed I'd think of
Where you were going and
What if you died
And I couldn't tell anyone about it
All because I was thinking
Constantly on life
So I had to wake
In the morning
To enter and believe in the misunderstood
But between you and me
This couldn't be reality
Have you ever wished that you
Could cease to exist?
Why did we leave our beds?