Sweet dreams are made of brain chemicals, it's too bad reality sucks.
I fear that if I go back to sleep,
The nightmarish dreams will attack me.
With their blurred faces, all teath,
and fingers that stab at the soul.
I fear that should I awake,
The sweetest dreams will abandon me,
Reality will once again push me over the edge,
And into my grave it has dug just for me.
So what should I do? Give into the night?
Or should I face the fall with grace?
Is there a way to change my course?
For the future is so much to take, and the present is all so unbearable.
The nightmarish dreams will attack me.
With their blurred faces, all teath,
and fingers that stab at the soul.
I fear that should I awake,
The sweetest dreams will abandon me,
Reality will once again push me over the edge,
And into my grave it has dug just for me.
So what should I do? Give into the night?
Or should I face the fall with grace?
Is there a way to change my course?
For the future is so much to take, and the present is all so unbearable.
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Usually all i see is bright colors, rainbows, and cheese and what-not... but lately and i mean for the past 48 hours, I've just faced ever kind of middle school drama you can imagine. AND I'M 20 YEARS OLD!! i seriously doubt I can deal with this peacefully. I mean my boyfriend is giving me crap. people i don't know are spreading rumors. it's just tough, add in a full-time college schedule... and I'm about at ripping hair out point. It's a whole lot of me trying and trying and trying... and I'm finally about to give up trying. NOT ON LIFE OR ANYTHING RASH!! just on people.