Reality.

My nightmares have gone astray
pulling my away
forced to play in this sick game
Oh how i wish not to play.

The truth let it be
is that some can not see
that sometimes nightmares
are a mistery

But i lay on the ground
Cold, tired of the sound
Of my head cracking on the ground

Please, oh please let me be
Yet no answer...
I still cant see.
The truth of it let it be...
That sometimes your nightmares
Are reality.