Pain seeping from my very soul... Nothing there to block the endless cold.

You're haunting me, yet I still survive. I cannot believe I'm still alive. The window's open, it blows my hair in my face as I write on the walls, "Truly's Disgrace." Long lost lonely sights… You turn away and say goodnight.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here tonight. The walls are screaming, the walls are screaming. I hide in fright. Goodnight… Please don't leave me here to fight. The walls are crying, the walls are crying. I hide in fright.

You leave me here all alone. My death shall be the fear in your tone.

After this I fall to my end. No one's open arms will extend. Falling, falling... the stars from Heaven beside me. The only things there to save me and guide me. Long lost lonely lights… She smiles a wicked smile and says goodnight.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here tonight. The stars are falling, the stars are falling. I hide in fright.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here to fight. The stars are fading, the stars are fading. I hide in fright.

Pain seeping from my very soul... Nothing there to block the endless cold. You leave me here all alone. But my death shall be the fear in your tone.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here tonight. The walls are crumbling, the walls are crumbling. I hide in fright.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here to fight. The stars are bleeding, the stars are bleeding. I hide in fright.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here tonight. The walls are fading, the walls are fading. I hide in fright.

Goodnight… Please don't leave me here to fight. The stars are crying, the stars are crying. I hide in fright.

Long lost lonely lights… I smile a wicked smile and say goodnight.

A/N: I really have no idea where this came from. I wrote a portion of it as random poetry a few years ago. I suppose since I've been stuck in insane writing mode, and I've had some compliments on my singing songwriting of late… it just sort of happened. And seriously, the biggest piece of advice I have for writers who are in the midst of a huge writer's block, or have ideas but can seem to get motivated enough to write… is open your window. The air has done wonders for me the past couple of days. Okay, maybe it's because it's constantly like 80 in my room, and I leave the house like once a week, but whatever.