Awake from a nightmare
Stares around the room
Knowing he's not REALLY there
but not so quick to assume
The little girl in your heart
is calm and determined
He's her hatred mark
The teenage girl sits up in bed
Pulling on her pants,tossing a sweater over her head
Grabs her phone, then her knife
Probably nothing's going to happen
but she's ready to fight
Checks out the house
aint nothing new
But the fear in her stomach is damn true
Beat the heat,ignore the cold sweat
Hesitation,cuz in her nightmares he'll be waiting
No persistance,feel the chill?
Sleep is coming from a distance
