Are You Anywhere?

Go to sleep, go to sleep
I'm hardly what I make myself out to be
I know what happens when I'm alone
Go to sleep
The cowering and whimpering of a weak-willed son
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child

I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore

Go to sleep, go to sleep
The constant confrontation that I protect
Protect myself from every night
Go to sleep
No preparation avails me for what's to come
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child

I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore

Now will it be rainbows or knives
This isn't funny anymore

And in the morning the only way to feel accomplished is to be visited by every horrible thought in my mind

I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes