Hit me on the head with a barton
May be it will wake me up from this unending nightmare
or send me on a one way ticket to eternity
Either of the two I will be at peace at last
I know my dream is my cross but sometimes it feels like my curse
I look at it and it looks like the most precious treasure in the world sometimes
But other times I feel like it is making a fool of me
How is it possible that the world isn't seeing what I'm seeing
Or perhaps I'm the one not seeing what they're seeing
My heart is as heavy as a rock
My head is running round and round in circles
I thought I had it figured out
Guess life isn't ready to give in
but days like this aren't new to man or life
It's just one of those days I feel betrayed by my dream
Tomorrow will come and it will bring a new hope
So keep your barton
Cos I already got up.