Just another lonely night, in your bed, with every light in the house off . The minute you crawl under your covers the darkness washes over you . Suddenly, you're mourning the person that you will never be and hating the person that you are. I'm glad that there's no escape for you . I'm glad that your home has become your own personal hell.

Just another lonely night, in your bed, with every light in the house off . The minute you crawl under your covers the darkness washes over you . Suddenly, you're mourning the person that you will never be and hating the person that you are. I'm glad that there's no escape for you . I'm glad that your home has become your own personal hell.