All those thing that haunt me night
Are those things that i can`t fight,
Every night i loose a battle,
Cause my mind i cannot handle,
But thy battle in thy night,
Is just nothing if compared,
With the pain in tht same morning
If they find me still alive

But when waking in the morning,
Still alive and yet still breathing,
Is more painfull then when dying,
In my dreams,
In your arms crying,

Every morning was the same
`Till this day when i woke up,
And realised that i`m to blame,
For the madness and the pain,
I was going through EACH NIGHT...