Everyday I awake
Spend the day dreaming
Dreaming of a life better then mine
I arrive home
More dead then alive
I lye in bed
Dreaming of a perfect release
After my eyes burn,
I rise and take my leave
I return with a smile
The taste of blood lye's on my lips
And my arms are red and sore
Every night I sleep
And dream of a life that would never be
Every day I awake...
