Looking at the crack under my door and seeing the light go out.
At that moment, I know you are all asleep and dreaming,
and I can’t even close my eyes.
I can't enjoy the most simple of silences
because my body and mind won't let me.
Fill me with pills and formulas,
sing me lullabies and read me stories,
tuck me in and kiss my forehead...
it doesn't change a thing.
I'm still watching the light under my door go black and
the house fall silent, crying soft tears into a useless pillow,
fearing I'll never dream again.
Go home and get some rest they say...
ha, if only their words made it so.
Make me Ella and command me to sleep... please.
All I want... is a dream.
A series of images that make no sense,
a nightmare that makes me wake up screaming,
because you know what that means?
I was sleeping... I was dreaming!

That small sliver of light under my door keeps me sane,
without it I am alone
a room of light in this world of darkness,
and I want nothing more than to join it.
When the sun goes down, the clock slows its march.
The seconds feel like minutes
The minutes feel like hours
The hours... feel like they never come.
But when the sun finally does rise, it is a sad and happy moment.
It's an escape from the darkness but
it's another battle to fight.

This black ribbon that laces my door
fills me with dread and sounds the gun to make
the seconds feel like minutes
the minutes feel like hours
and the hours never come.