When the night air touches my skin-
I feel I'm at home; I welcome it in.
And when I'm alone is when I feel me
turning into the night.

I sit by myself; stare at the night's clouds...
I cry all alone- always been way too proud.
Can't let them see me, won't let them know my soul
is dark as the night.

I can feel their stares- their hateful words on my sleeve...
I don't really care because the day always leaves.
And when dusk is approaching I feel happy inside;
I'm turning into the night.