When it's night
I hate turning off the light
Because I might never come out of my room
I might never want to go back
I might never be able to, or have the strength to leave the room
Because nothing is worth it
Nothing is important
Things will get done without me
I'm sure if I never came never came out, wouldn't make a difference to anyone
I hate turning off the light
Because I know I will never want to turn it back on
And I'm scared that one day
I might lose every single bit of strength I have
And that I will give up.
