Comparing dusk to dawn, I can tell which hates me more,
The one I cared for, the one I felt for and adored.
When dawn has broken, I have begged for light to heal my wounds,
And when the sun begins to rise, I feel my world being entombed.
The sun and the moon are arch rivals, but I try to balance them neatly,
The clouds watch and laugh along, but they insult them meekly.
When they all turn on me, I wont even put up a fight
I’ll die today, I’ll die tomorrow, but I’ll make it to bed tonig