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The nightmares, the flashbacks,
never can be erased.
Never can be controled,
hard to even face.
But even on those restless nights,
that i manage to close my eyes,
im lucky if i get to see, a single dream at night.

And if i get anything, thats close to a dream,
its usally, a nightmare, or a flashback, toturing me.
I re live the past, as if it was today,
i feel the pain, over and over again,
why must i be stuck with this sin?

Why cant my mind rest, and go to sleep,
and why is it that when it fianlly does,
the rest scares me.
My mind rarely gives me good things,
to see, and belive, when its time to dream.

So when ever i manage to fall to sleep,
my past screws with me all over again,
and No where is truely safe, no place can protect me,
not even in my dreams.