Dread Love Affair

I appear to have a fondness of dread, Only cause it lives in my head. It keeps banging against my skull, All of my senses get dull. My heart beating like a wind up toy, I'm a slave to the background noise. Tunnels cloud my eyes, I cant even hear my own cries. I can never pinpoint the fear, But it’s floating in my atmosphere. it surely cant be long now, Till the curtain calls for me to take a bow. It lurks round the corners of my mind, Leaving me weak and blind. Train barreling on through, Even though the sky appears to be blue. I could carry on and fake a smile, But then I feel like my actions are on trial. And my breath gives way, I can't hear, what'd you say? You wonder why I am fond of dread, It protects me from thoughts in my head. Otherwise I guess I’m insane, Cause there's no logical reason in my brain. I have a love affair with dread And the wedding is coming up ahead The first dance same as the last Screaming “I don't” until it’s passed