Why is it always
Late at night,
When the lights go out,
When all noise fades to silence,
When it’s just me and the darkness,
That these feelings decide to creep in?

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Why is it always
When things are grand,
When life seems at its best,
When everything is going right,
That these feelings decide to creep in?

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Why is it always
When I’m at my most vulnerable,
Asleep and alone,
That these nightmares decide to creep in?

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And why is it always
When I need my friends the most,
That no one is there?