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As i lay in my bed,
im stuck thinking again.

Thinking about all the things,
that i try to forget, that always
get trapped inside my head.

I think about the nightmares,
i think about the flash backs,
that take me, back again,
to a place i dont want to be,
remembering things i dont want to see.

As i lay in my bed,
the walls begin to spin,

OH NO, here we go again!
the walls are spining, the darkness is winning,
i cant see anything past my face,
and im starting to get lost in space.

My eyes close, and here we go,
the nightmares fly at me like a plane coming down.
The flashbacks hit me, like a hammer to a nail.
This shit needs to calm down, but it keeps coming.

Now im falling to the ground,
and i cant stop my head from smashing,
to pieaces, as i scream out load,

i wake and it fades away, it was a night mare,
it was a dream, well sometimes, its real,
real to me.