When you go to bed at night just before you turn off the light
did the sadness ring your alarm, oh mistrustful anxious harm.
The mind is deviously obedient, conspicuously those ingredient
now conjuring monsters at will, then watching the conflict spill.
With a harden heart before the hostile splash, your relationship
timber being render to ash, the debris of harmony’s head on crash.
The gloom after the glib turns grouchy, now disdain when dishonesty
turns sloppy, I don’t understand why so many continue to copy.
Am I being problematic, being discreet will you become distracted
when the fuss provokes the fight, the volatility turns love into blight.
Now the sweet turn sour, because those tears begin to over power
laying sleepless in the midnight hour, love was not allowed to follower.