The good news about every bad dream
Is that eventually you have to wake up.
The bad news about every good dream
Is that eventually you have to wake up.
In my dreams it’s always the same.
My fairtale land turns into my nightmare.
Its seems to never end as I fight to remind
Myself that I can wake up and save myself
From all the terror. . .
But I always have my nightmare pulling me
Back in like a fish on a hook.
Fighting my hardest with my nightmares
To make them go away.
Screaming at them in my sleep day after day.
Dreaming a dream I don’t understand
When I wake up the next day.
All I see is little girl running.
Running away from reality.
I follow her with the same hope that this
Reality wont come back to huant me.
But then she stops running turns around
And looks at me with evil in her eyes.
These eyes bring me to tears.
And so she beigns to laugh at the
Tears streaming down my face.
I look at her losely to realize she is me.
And so at that moment I wake up.
Back to my reality my nightmare I live each day. . . .