Night times spent dead awake
Dead inside while the body fakes
Snowy beauty, frosty-faced
Do your duty, lie awake
On the surface, placid calm
Faintest ripple bringing harm
Underneath you're dead and cold
Try to decide: hit or fold?
Lost your way, no one to hold you
No one sees what you just told me
Why do I crave
What you never gave me?
Why do I see the layers that form you?
Why do I fail to set you free?
To set you free?
You might have dreamed of comforting arms
But you never dream at all
You might have dreamed of soft corn fields
But you never dream at all
Expressionless calm I'm trapped inside
The scream I form will not sound out
Sound out
Throat constricts, all alone
With clever tricks to shape and hone
Hone
You might have dreamed of comforting arms
But you never dream at all
You might have dreamed of a girl called me
But you never
Dream
Dream