The fear The terror The nightmares Every night Always the same I'm afraid I'm so afraid And I don't know why I have no bad history No reason to be afraid And yet I am So very afraid
Every night I have nightmares that I'm being ***** and I don't know why as I've never had a bad experience like that.
Dear Sleep, Please, I'm begging you, stop torturing me. I can scarce remember the last time my slumber was peaceful And it's killing me Slowly And painfully. So please, I beg of you, make it stop.
Five years go by Me and my best friends Or so I thought Fake fake fake fake... All of them Pretending to care Me trusting them Had I known it possible to lie like that For five years and no less I'd have kept my mouth shut Secrets shared Would have never been told This is a learning curve (As one might say) That one should never hand out trust like leaflets Trust is to be earnt Over a long time I had to learn this the hard way I should have listened originally
You see me. I can't breathe. I'm suffocating. You just stand there And watch. You hold a life line But you refuse To help me. So don't breathe. Don't breathe. You're stealing my air. My air.
There's something quite poetic In the way in which a bee dies. Once it's stung its victim, It's almost as though it can't take That it has caused somebody else pain. So it dies. Just like that.