Every time the night comes I pray I will not wake,
I pray the day of my reckoning draws near and my soul the reaper shall take,
But truthfully I just don't want to feel this ache,
That haunts me and shakes my very core until I break,
And on the outside I play pretend, smile and make believe for your sake,
Be strong they say it all gets better in time but the clock keeps ticking and there's no sign of daybreak,
So when the night comes, I will once more pray that I will not wake.