Now I lay me down to sleep,
But I fear that I will make a peep.
I wish things would not go this way,
Because my life has gone astray.
It's a tightrope thinner than floss,
If I die, will it be a loss?
Death is waiting for my soul to reap,
So I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
It seems that things have gone wrong,
For this I have never longed.
Lies are the truth, and truth are lies,
I am not a baby who sits and cries,
I grew up fast and will always be wise.
So listen to me for my very sake,
If I should die before I wake.
Death is coming I know it's near,
Yet my body does not shake with fear.
One last breath as he walks in,
I knew this was a battle I could not win,
So now this story is at fin.
And as I accept my gruesome fate,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
