I had a dream, it was about you
And I was there and you were too
Where I pleaded,"before I die, I freeze,
Take my heart its only yours-accept, accept me please!"
And you looked at me with dull eyes brown
And stared at me with a little frown
Where-on my knees where I slouched and bled
You looked at me, laughed then said
"You will never be good enough not now, not ever,
You will stay the way you are- WORTHLESS forever,
And here tonight in your own blood you’ll drown
And die with a cold, cold iscicle crown."
And as I sank into the cold
With deaths welcomed grip slowly taking hold
I knew then I was going to die
And sadly, I did too know why
I was pathetic worthless, just never that much good
I ponder, overthink-"shouldn’t, would or could?"
I was never all that good looking or talented at that
And to die would do good, and thats a fact
I awoke from my nightmare
into your ignoring stare
What I had thought was a dream
Was not, but right in between.
My Nightmare was my reality,
My Reality my nightmare...