The day breezes, and night lingers  
Thoughts break free and leave singes  
Only time ends these hate-filled binges  
To wake in the morn is to save them from mourn  
They deserve better than their lives torn  
No matter the hurt, no matter the pain  
They would be left to clean your bloodstain  
So you choose to go on, you try get some sleep  
Better you suffer than make them all weep