While I pretend its all alright
I think I can sleep sound tonight
but in my dream, he creeps in my room
I'm yelling at him to stop and then
I wake up wet I think
Thank God it was a dream
I roam around the street at day
Its all right, I do as I may
Then he pulls out a gun
he pulls the trigger as I sit up
I'm crying, but no bullets are in me
Thank God it was a dream
The wound is bleeding
Ive been cut
I'm going crazy
So I think but
if my life is all a dream
Why do I feel the need to scream
The room is coated blinding white
I'm crying in my hellish fright
I am running, trying to find
a way out of this crazy cloud
but in the dark, I come to find
It is all just a dream
