This Night Has Been The Longest Night - Lyrics - Call It Sleep

Call It Sleep is a 1934 novel by Henry Roth. The book centers on the experiences of a young boy growing up in the Jewish immigrant ghetto of New York's Lower East Side in the early twentieth century.

This night has been, opening my eyes. Thoughful in this time, not having you. In restless times, (thoughful in nights). In restless times, (thoughful in nights). In restless times, (thoughful in nights). In restless times, (thoughful in nights). Can you see, I can't live without you. I, have been sick I been thinking. Of dieing, now. Why, I keep thinking of your name. When I'm dead, why bother trying. Shouldn't we be together. Im sick of trying, Im sick of eating. When your not around. When, will you say you want me. Can you pretend. Where, can i find a place to be. Stop, the stairs are apart. This has opened, my eyes. The nght has left me, with noting in me. In situations, I keep it to myself. I'll let you know, when I'm dead. The sadness bothers me, when Im not with you. This whole night I stair at myself and. Thinking Im worthless, and cry in shame. I'll fall back down, where there's no one to pick me up. I hate, this night. I wished that you died, I would have not cry.