• Ever wish the day would end,
    Tired, cold and just wanting a friend,
    hating the moon over the sun,
    Life making you want to scream and run,

    Everyone has a shield,
    A wall they built, a weapon to wield,
    Something to protect against the hurt,
    A wall of confidence, A force to exert.

    Do you ever sit and count the days,
    Where you went wrong, and in how many ways,
    And yet you try to stay strong,
    Even if you really wanna cry all along,

    One day maybe ill be able to rest,
    unshoulder the burden, stop being my best,
    Just curl in bed and stay asleep,
    And just maybe over me, the peace will creep