I turn out all the lights to rest my weary head
but all my troubled thoughts pull me right back out of bed.
It's been 17 long hours since I've heard my angel's voice
and I can tell you here and now that it is not by choice.
At this very moment I'd imagine you are safe
but that demon in my mind whispers "violence" and "rape."
If somebody has hurt you, I swear to god I'll make them pay
every second, every moment and every hour of every day!
Shaking with anxiety, it's growing more and more.
With every creek and crack I hear my eyes dart to the door.
I'm hoping that you'll walk in and fall into my arms,
so that I can finally rest knowing you are free of harm.
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