When buried under stress
From feeling heartbreak, fear, anxiety
Leads you feeling depressed, tired, and useless

There is a place to escape these
Where your pain becomes remedies
This place is called Dream

Lie in your bed
Rest your head
And feel the depression
The tears, the aches, the pain
Be absorbed by the comfort of your bed

Whatever you sleep in
It is more comfortable
Than the world you live in

This world of superiority
Of betrayal
Of lies
Of pain

Nothing else in existence
Is better than Dream
How to get there?

Not with a knife, alcohol, pills
Not with a bullet, or a rope

Take your time
Live through your life
And slowly shed the pain away

You'll realize that life is **** anyways
But look forward to getting into that bed
At the end of the day