So at night, come visit my dear. 

Oh, how I wish that you were here. 

So that I can die, happy like a star, 

knowing I was alive. 

 

But at night, everything is a fear, 

I am afraid this is not real. 

And I know if I see you, you will show, 

All the bad things I hoped I was wrong for. 

 

And my wish, to not feel what I feel, 

won’t come true, ‘cus it knows it’s not real. 

It can’t exist in a world that is false. 

It can’t stay still, never up, it will always fall. 

 

So at night, I wish you were here. 

Truly came, in a visit, my dear. 

But I know that dream won’t be real. 

Because you don’t feel, the way that I feel. 

 

Using this little thing that I know, 

knowing I will only damage my soul. 

In this little comfort that I found, 

Leaving nothing, but being left behind. 

 

So I know, you will never be here. 

And my wishes, they will never be real. 

Because I saw your face last night, 

but there was no light, and I wasn’t shining bright.