they didn't like him
i adored him
he was my light
he didn't feel the same way
i wasn't good enough
congradulations
they got their way
i don't want them back
i don't want him back
they need to think
but thinking seems to be bad
i don't know what i'm saying
who cares anyways
the dreams are being infected
the haziness is disappearing
your dreams are appearing again
but this time they are darker
thanks for all the things you've done
to make me feel guilty
you, my nightmare,
you have won
