The morning sun looks so bright,
Nothing actually feels quite right.
Birds singing their pretty songs,
They can’t ever unmake wrongs.
Waking up to new nightmares,
Where nobody ever cares.
I just want to make them smile,
Seems like I just have to rile.
I can’t cheer them up or on,
I don’t care, Soon it’ll be gone.
Oh, The night can’t come too soon.
I’ve been missing that white moon.