As I lay me down to die,
I pray the Lord can tell me why
I long to die instead of sleep
And cannot smile but always weep.

Have I hurt for thirty years?
Have I lived on others' fears?
Will I ever repay all
The love I suffer as a fool?

Give me strength to love, not lust.
Give me strength that I may justify the faith that others had,
Before they noticed I was bad.

I lust for love, can that be right?
I hate my gift of oversight.
I'm jealous of your daily strife.
I'd die to save your precious life.

I just don't understand your fear,
Although I know it's when I'm near.
I can't explain my reason why:
It's tied up with my urge to die.