• Now I lay me down to sleep
    I pray the lord my soul to keep.
    so I dont wake into this hell
    free me now be for the bell.

    When the bell rings
    the monsters sing,
    the joys they have
    as they take a stab.

    Thrusting daggers in my heart,
    ripping my body to tiny parts,
    feasting on my broken soul
    to bad I could not be bold.

    If I was bold I'd have asked her out,
    instead I sat and tried to pout.
    this epic fail was mine to keep,
    as i lay my head down to sleep.

    If I wake I curse the day
    I ignored the signs that gave away,
    the way she felt about me then
    I missed the turn around the bend.

    Now I ask for god to take
    and end my nightmarish fate.
    but no more time I hear the bell,
    I hate my demons in my hell.

    Now they come to rip and tear,
    and feast my soul till they get their shair.
    why is hell so unfair,
    to stand and fight i cannot dare.