Oh, walls of my chamber. Don't be so mean tonight. I am tired and in a need of a sweet lullaby.
Stop showing my dreams vanish and dash into small pieces of sparkling diamonds and black stones.  
Stop reflecting my deepest fear and my darkest side.
And stop foreshadowing my future as a failure.
All I want is a good night and a sweet dream. A dream of a garden. With a peaceful melody and a right company.