[Verse 1]

I got these fucked up dreams again

So my life may come to an end

These came into my head at the age of ten

I write about these dreams with the tip of my pen

When I was young I always had my dreams

My [?] state of mind would've worked like a team

Even if I had some in the morning wiped clean

'Cause I seen dark and fucked up things

[Verse 2]

During the night think what does my mind do?

[?] but that wouldn't be true

If you asked me how many years I've slept I'd honestly just tell you a few

And the dreams I do have

Of course it's centered around you

But when I do have dreams

It's of things I don't wanna see

Usually in places where I don't fucking wanna be

People dream of other things but these things are about me

They get into my head

So I'm hanging under the apple tree

Little by little yeah they make me insecure

Good or bad dreams shit sometimes I'm not sure

Dreaming of what I could be in the distant future

Will I become evil?

Or maybe become pure?

[Verse 3]

All these fucking thoughts yes I keep them inside

And when I confront them yeah they all fucking run and hide

They leave the ocean and sail the [?]

So with them goes a little confidence and pride

I sit there thinking alone in the night

My demons can't take over but they maybe they might

I wanna go to sleep but my schedule ain't right

So my mind and emotions are fucking stuck in a fight

I walk to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water

I try to be silent so I don't wake up my father

I said I have it hard but shit he probably had it harder

I don't check under the bed because I'm friends with that monster

You ask all of my family and they'll tell you that I'm awkward

But if you're with the real me you wanna put me in the psych ward

I'm looking for answers

But what do we even live for?

Guess I gotta keep feeding my brain until I can understand more