Laying in my bed with the lights out.
Dreaming about the things I wish
Wanting so much to just cry out.
Into your arms.
And tell you what I'm about.
Staring at the four blank walls,
That surround me every day.
Remembering that I've taken so many falls,
Said I'm OK, and chosen to stay.
The darkness is closing in on me,
The blanket gets tighter.
My dreams will take me away and let me be free.
Just for a little bit longer I'll be a little bit brighter.
Then they'll end,
And I'll wake up into the cruel reality I face.
I'm not going to pretend.
But I don't think I can win this race.
