I Hate the Night

I hate the night
I hate the darkness while I wait for the next day
I hate the night
I hate the quiet the world sleeps their cares away
I hate the ticking of the clock that reminds me we don't talk
So our problems never fade
I hate the moon that smirks down on me
And the stars that taunt my sight
The same moon and stars that you'd see
If you weren't too occupied to look up to the sky
I hate the night
I hate the night
I hate the times I choose to drink myself to sleep
I hate the night
And all the Sundays when my soul is prayed to keep
I hate the sound of the alarm and I'm ready to do harm
Up alone and counting sheep ...
Don't want to give you the impression that I smile the whole damn day
But that's another song, another hell, another lifetime away
I hate the night
I hate the minutes when I wonder where you are
I hate the night
I hate the quiet so I pick up my guitar
I hate the sound of my own voice and I regret the choice
That put you so very far
I hate the moon that smirks down on me ...