I'm trying too come too terms with these dreams
dreams that twist reality into a nightmare
runnin through the night,they cling on through the day.
what are these here too remind me of?
i was younger once but now I'm younger again
you can sit here waiting too grow old, but it don't always want too come.
my body shows the wear but thats not what anyone wants is it?
sitting idly on a piece of wood, lazily wasting days trying too think of a thought.
but its always you in the end,its always regrets that eats you in dark hours.
sounds like i got a case of boredom.
sounds like i need a case of wine.
hey but i guess thats passed on.
escapism passed on down the blood line.
I'm not moaning or saying i got it worse than you.
iv seen much worse than you.
and iv been much worse than me
believe me I'm only bored
its only when you were once a bird, in captivity you feel a slight less free.
but these dreams, there just dreams.
all i want now, all i need, something too feed off
lets say all i need is a nice dream.
lets wait for the sandman hey!
