Sometimes I have good dreams. In days where nightmare decides I'm not a fun company.
When it happens, I always ask myself, "Will tomorrow be the same?"
A stray thought that always leaves by noon
Before I go to bed, however, I ride my blanket up to my ears And stare at my blue ceiling.
As if I can gain strength by praying to a cheap imitation of the endless sky
I have once wished for stars, but the only star I can ever have is the sun For the night terrifies me
Once I close my eyes, I ready my weapon My own imagination I try To not hope That my prayers are heard
Because I am still not numb from Disappointment
Good night, sweet dreams I never sleep With a smile on my face Regardless