The Nightmares

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When my eyes,

are sad and tired,

I crawl,

under the covers.

I leave,

my eyes open,

I can't sleep.

Well I go,

and see my shrink.

He writes me,

another prescription to eat.

I swallow,

more pills,

than food I eat.

I feel like I'm sleepless,

but I know I'm not.

I'm sik of the nightmares,

but they just won't stop.

I'm sick of the drugs,

but they level me out.

I'm tired and depressed,

but not depressed enough.

My own ghost,

is in my closet.

I don't,

know how to stop him.

He's stealing,

all my dreams,

away from me.

Oh but my shrink,

he won't acknowledge,

my insanity,

or how tired I am.

He,

just stuffs me full,

of narcotic dreams.

I'm awake,

but that's not what I want.

I feel like I'm falling,

and I want to hit the ground.

I'm sick of the nightmares,

but they just won't stop.

I think about dying,

but I just won't budge.

You know while I'm sleeping,

I dream I won;t wake up.

I wait til I'm sleeping,

to confess that I'm wrong.

I'm supposed to be dreaming,

but nightmares won't stop.

Maybe I'm just insane,

because that's all I want.

[solo]

I feel like I'm sleeping,

but I know I'm not.

I'm sick of the nightmares,

but they just won't stop.

I'm sick of the prescriptions,

but they keep me insane.

I'm tired and depressed,

and that's ok.

Because I won't be here,

forever.