I got tired of living the dream and came back to my nightmares.
Open every closet door and peak under every bed in this house-
Where are the monsters? Am I not afraid of the dark?
Why don't I miss you
And how come nothing seems as dead as it used to?
In the mirror, all I can see is myself,
When I listen to the voices in my head I smile.
I look at pictures of you and I read between the lines
Of every letter you sent me lately.
Somehow, I don't fit in this dark place anymore,
You have been washed off my skin a long time ago.
Feel free to look for me here,
Set traps to try and catch me again;
I'm not one bit smarter than I was back then.
Just living the dream until a better nightmare comes along...
