I want it to be okay
To close my eyes at night
I want the moment to be mine
In any way that I like

I want the doubts and the fears
To be erased from my mind
Leaving room for sweet dreams
To caress me in due time
But when I open my eyes the memories’ still there
Eight hours of sleep should have left me empty and bare

There are no more tears on my cheek
And the pillows’ dried out
But something in my mind
Still doesn’t feel right

So I struggle through the day
A walking corpse of the dead
Speak when spoken to
Still, nothing gets said
Hollow through and through
But nothing gets said
But the left over conversations
On replay in my head