In a dream There´s someone I hate A smile creeps across my face as they burn there at the stake Their hands are bound
They´re crying out But then I jolt awake with sweat pooled at my brow
If that was me then Then who am I now?
I can´t erase the past And I won´t close my eyes All I ask is silence from the noise inside my mind There comes a time In every life When you have to question what it means to be alive