Night, Night ... You didnt tell me good night. Maybe its the use, In not knowing how to excuse You stare at me in fright, Not believing my sight Night, Night Call me crazy But something here is shady You never seem to catch, Youve gone old Your skin is prone to mold You never seem to see, Whats really terrifying for me You sit around at day, Not knowing who watches you all May Night, Night You sit there, Not seeming to care You sleep there, Not wanting to stare Its not your chair! Dont you dare! No matter what you do, Dont question if its aware It sits there, Beware. Make it fair, Now dont sit there.