Dead Dreams

Take a shot with the pistol to the head.
Dreams pour out with idiocracy.
I can't stand this agonizing pain.
I shot myself because of the asomnia.

I want to finally rest in peace.
He stays with me as I count the red sheep.
I opened my eyes to find that I'm asleep------
Only to wake up and see it was a dream.

I cry bitter blood that taste to him sweet.
Therefore I shed my innocence to him with fear.
I loved him here as he should have loved me.
But somewhere I trust him be

There as I die on the inside and my dreams fall asleep.
I'm empty on the inside as well as the out.
I cannot get rid of this pain that is bursting about.
So I close my eyes so I can sleep.
Because opening them will ruin my dreams.