I want to wake
from this never ending nightmare,
get me out of this reality,
I am through living here. Dissapointment
knocks at my door, the reaper lurking
every corner I cross. The eyes of the
reaper counting down my minutes alive.
Please, wake me up! I want to dream better
dreams and see better people. I want people
to accept me for me,
and not for what they expect me to
be. How to I prove to them that
being me is better than this hellish
nightmare I am living now?
Dreams are only a nighttime away
but Reality is here. Please
wake me from this hell. My life
is winding down, people
seeing something different. They see through
me and when they do see me,
they don't know me. They don't remember the girl
I used to be. I cry.
I cry for people to see me
and dream me. I don't even
know if the ones I love know I
exsist. They're breathing,
but I'm living on pure adrenaline and hate.
Love and tears.
Agony and heartbreak keeps this
morbid soul afloat as the darkness
sleeps in the deepest parts in my
soul. Dreams are
so sweet. They're supposed to be a safe haven,
but for me, it's the same
nightmare
every night. No one to wake me
up. No one to tell me
what I am doing wrong. No
one to prove to me that all people
are not the same....
Please wake me up
from this hell
I am living in. I don't want to be here.
Please! Someone wake me! I'm through
with these lies and the way
I have to pretty
and blonde for someone to actually see
me. I want to be
me and different
and stick out. But I don't want
to be called a freak. When someone
points me out, I want a
child to say,
Dreams.
Because when you wake up,
I'm gone. I'm in a hellish
nightmare....
Dreams.
Yeah, when you wake
up, I'll see you
in reality so you can
mock me
once again.
Dreams.
from this never ending nightmare,
get me out of this reality,
I am through living here. Dissapointment
knocks at my door, the reaper lurking
every corner I cross. The eyes of the
reaper counting down my minutes alive.
Please, wake me up! I want to dream better
dreams and see better people. I want people
to accept me for me,
and not for what they expect me to
be. How to I prove to them that
being me is better than this hellish
nightmare I am living now?
Dreams are only a nighttime away
but Reality is here. Please
wake me from this hell. My life
is winding down, people
seeing something different. They see through
me and when they do see me,
they don't know me. They don't remember the girl
I used to be. I cry.
I cry for people to see me
and dream me. I don't even
know if the ones I love know I
exsist. They're breathing,
but I'm living on pure adrenaline and hate.
Love and tears.
Agony and heartbreak keeps this
morbid soul afloat as the darkness
sleeps in the deepest parts in my
soul. Dreams are
so sweet. They're supposed to be a safe haven,
but for me, it's the same
nightmare
every night. No one to wake me
up. No one to tell me
what I am doing wrong. No
one to prove to me that all people
are not the same....
Please wake me up
from this hell
I am living in. I don't want to be here.
Please! Someone wake me! I'm through
with these lies and the way
I have to pretty
and blonde for someone to actually see
me. I want to be
me and different
and stick out. But I don't want
to be called a freak. When someone
points me out, I want a
child to say,
Dreams.
Because when you wake up,
I'm gone. I'm in a hellish
nightmare....
Dreams.
Yeah, when you wake
up, I'll see you
in reality so you can
mock me
once again.
Dreams.
**I wonder if he knows I exsist... cry Probably not...**
