I used to love the night, when all becomes dark and quiet.
It's then when I can be true to myself.
Cos in the night, you describe yourself, not them.
And only then, can you be free.

But now, I dread the night, when the mind is free to roam.
My head is filled with thoughts of you.
Cos I miss you, and I love you, and I still want you.
But you're not there when I call for you.

I used to love the night, when all goes to sleep and are still.
It's then when our nightly chats begin.
Cos in the night, can I freely talk to you, tell all my heart feels for you,
And only then, can our love blossom and bloom.

But now, I dread the night, when my hand is itching for the phone.
I keep waiting for your call, hoping.
Cos I want you back, and I hoped you'd tell me that you do.
But each wait, futile, tears-filled, and so painful.