Why is it a dream?
Always making me scream
A number seven becomes a date
I learned all about love and hate
But I never did learn how to wait.

A difference between fiction and real
Made my heart forget how to feel
There's a red moon low in the sky
Way up high.

The things they do to me
Are they trying to make me bleed?
But I will never need them like they need me
Its been along time coming but now I see
Everything will fade with a scream
Now I believe in a dream.