Sweet dreams, goodnight, don't let the bedbugs bite.
For when you wake, I will be no more.
For when you wake, things will be as before.
When I strolled into your life,
I believed it was for the better.
But perhaps, my eyes have decieved me,
And I'm a devil residing by your side?
Every night, I have wondered;
Would he miss me
Would he call
Would he have any reaction at all?
Of course he would.
Because he's a saint, rest his soul,
And I can't be this succubus anymore.
And may the promise of tomorrow without me by your side, bring sweet dreams.