Burned out lighters lead her
Not awake and still afraid
Her soul leaves where she before laid
The memories inside her begin to slur
Darkness engulfs the road
For herself she weeps
Blood from an unknown wound seeps
The nightmares come from yourself, so she's told.
To leave the lonely world she pleads
But without an answer she carries on
Only a few breaths until she's gone
Her mind just follows where her dark heart leads
When she awakes
She wants to go back
Her nightmare had what her reality lack
A shot to the head or wishful thinking is all it takes
This time outside of her dreams
Her life isn't very kind
She aches for the safety of her mind
She is a walking nightmare, so it seems.
