What if your nightmare
Is my reality
If you didnt know would you care
Heres what I see


If you dreamt,
You couldn't see your parents,
They may see you,
But must leave you be.
You have post traumatic stress.
And every night you can relive
The moment they died
Right before your eyes.
The fire engulfs them
And you here there cries
Would you to awaken,
Knowing it was there true demise
There no should to cry on not even one near


What would you do then
I know if it wasn't you
You'd bully the one
Who lives the dream
The one who awakens
With his own screams


This is what I live
This is why I cry
The others, they torment me
Because I never have dry eyes
Its been three years
Since I've truely smiled
I am a shell
Who simply takes space
Til that vivd day
I cut off my own face