This is what happens late at night
I lie awake in sudden fright
Oh what will tomorrow bring
smells of flowers, dew of Spring
But as the stars still burn above
A mystery I've yet to solve
Of why I can only bring sweet cheer
Not to myself, but to my peers
Or why the sorrow is so sweet
When myself and Nothing meet
Now you look me in the eye
You were right. I'm not alive.