Well I used to write
When I just couldn't fight
All the things wrapped inside
My cluttered, scattered mind
Feelings and thoughts
That just brought
All those bad, strained memories
Back to remind me of real life bad dreams

But that's old news
Things that I went through
Things I've given up
Will always be enough
Long as I have the one I need
Just so we won't bleed
Over the dreams in the night
When I used to write

       - A. David Barrett