I could never find a way to rest on your shoulders.
Misunderstood please help but I meant so well.
I keep pushing through these bitter memories.
I try to escape the nightmares,
but they are becoming of me.
I am the sleeping dream inside the dream,
my old me breaks my heart.
I hope I never wake up.
I need an answer, please help me.
This endeavor has swallowed me whole.
North winds twisting inside me,
I can feel this emptiness, slowly I am fading out.
I can feel this emptiness, slowly I am fading out.
And this is becoming of me.
My hands, hold on tight.
I'm not letting go, words are never good enough.
Everything I breathe is broken letters and bad timing,
and they are becoming of me.
I am the sleeping dream inside the dream.
I hope I never wake up.