I’m too cold

and I have nothing left to give
I have nothing left in me
I am nothing left
I hope tomorrow is better than tonight
but if I go to bed,
oh god what happens if I go to bed
and then I wake up tomorrow morning
which is only a few hours from now
what happens if I go to bed
and all I need
is for the next day
to have some kind of new beginning,
new awakening,
but then I wake up
and it isn’t?

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