Sweet Dreams

[Verse]
How has all of this shit begun?
How did I start to think I'm not right and try to take myself out from what I think I've become?
When did I move to this place outta mine, am I blind or with sight good now, or maybe from them it is not only the one?
Do I see the real or see the fake? I feel the nihil, I feed the break, I breed mistake, I plead and wake, I need another take of aston-
Ishing creation without appreciation but I have to just stay patient 'cause there's nowhere I can run
I'ma just going up and down, but there's more ups I abandon and I remember the moments of regret - what was and could've been done
But neither I can do something to make change in the past nor I can start upsetting 'bout the people I've been to so close and then last hit with the razor words from the back and front
Unless I could just aim for the future but am I then able to not badly injure myself? I could really need help and if you say they will, prob'ly they ain't
Much stress when I gotta claim it, though it's one of only a couple of things I'm more confident in to not wither off in the wind, to not faint
I'm dreaming - either awake or asleep, in both of scenarios the nightmares still creep
I'm screaming inside, there's room for me to hide, under the vulnerable skin within so deep
I wish I could be understood by myself bringing back the boy I've been that I couldn't keep
That knew what he wanted, believed in himself, and in this sad mood his extinction I weep
Let me just sleep and stop thinking about how to myself I'm so violent
Now the last sweep of these lies I've been living, now let me live my dream silent
Is it wrong that I feel nostalgic for my mind's night time stories in this environment?
Maybe 'cause it's not real, it's a tragic emotion when you wake up feeling like it's now your end
Is it? I'm trying to prove myself wrong but it seems like I'm chasing dreams not the right way
Gotta get my shit together as next move and keep strong, not waiting 'til the sky finally will turn light-gray
Of course easier said than done, is here anyone that could help me out or I'll be left and forever I'll stay?
And stay unfulfilled 'til the hourglass will spill and pointing at my box you could say there I lay
Is it another nail to my coffin? My face becoming pale as I think about it so often
Living never fully awaken, I want to be taken where I can turn into something
Where I can put my stuff in not afraid you will see, but it may never happen and who am I to disagree?
Sweet dreams made of imagination turning into pain and regret living how it wasn't supposed to be

[Chorus x2]
Feels so real 'til the break, but
It's not as real as it seems
Should I just wake up
Or keep myself in my sweet dreams?