Bad Dream

I don't believe in God,
Yet every night I still pray,
That you'll come to me
And shake me and say,

"It's okay.
It's just a bad dream.
Please stop crying,
Things weren't what they seemed.

I'm still here,
I still love you.
Please stop crying,
I swear it's the truth."

But I pinch myself,
And nothing changes.
Instead of you,
All I see is strangers.

I lie to them,
Get them to go their own way.
But without you,
The truth is,
I'm not okay.
No,
I'm not okay.