i hadn't dreamt in years, or maybe i just never really slept. now my subconscious dances through the moments i enjoyed, and begs for those i never will. my pride, it gets in the way when i'm awake. and fear keeps me from learning through my mistakes. when i was young, i used to pray for visionless sleep. now i never pray and only see you in my dreams. and i don't know if god exists, but if he does he's a spiteful mother fucker. he twists my arms and pulls my legs, and my limbs used to be the only things i could trust. now all i have is my mind. but the white pills and white wine make it hard to stay between the white lines. and i may be self-addicted, but at least i'm self-aware. please, haunt me tonight while i sleep away the latest trends. the love and hate i felt for you, it breaks, but never bends. submit my pride, my ego has died, so please live inside, of my head tonight. my limbs, my limbs, i trusted you.