I want the comfort of the morning
But the darkness and silence of the night
I crave unfiesable things
Just to be able to sleep at night
I just want to really dream
Unconiously.

Escape from the confinement
Titled reality
Because yes I am a realist
But only because it was forced unto me
There is no room for dreams
For girls like me
There is no room at all
And I knew it because
I cannot breathe.
 
The comfort of the mourning
And motivation of spite.

Constantly confused whether I am
Ungreatful or if I simply deserve more
I deserve the world
But I can not be a slave to my own ego
Hypocrytical
 
But once I get my dream
Once I have one to recieve
It'll be gaping and wide
And they'll be empty as foreseen

I'll have it all
I'll be on tv screens
With the men of their dreams screaming at me
Begging me on their knees
And they'll be gawking.
Staring at the screen
And I'll look once at camera two
Feeling the absolute need
To look back at those girls
Who all broke my heart at once
And left it in the sand and dust
And didn't bother to just let me bleed
But let me simmer.

I crave the night sky
With no harm done.
I crave a night where i
Can fall asleep at once.
With the comfort that the morning brings
But it needs to be dark.
I need to dream.