It's the things that don't exist
that really haunt my dreams
I imagine that they're perfect
but they're never as it seems
Then from the corner of my mind
comes the scream of the voices
Holding up the warrant of death
To sentence me for my choices
It's the things that don't exist
that really haunt my dreams
I imagine that they're perfect
but they're never as it seems
I wonder how I sleep at night
While the voices scream and moan
How can I be so stupid
To presume that I'm alone
that really haunt my dreams
I imagine that they're perfect
but they're never as it seems
Then from the corner of my mind
comes the scream of the voices
Holding up the warrant of death
To sentence me for my choices
It's the things that don't exist
that really haunt my dreams
I imagine that they're perfect
but they're never as it seems
I wonder how I sleep at night
While the voices scream and moan
How can I be so stupid
To presume that I'm alone

too often we are our own worst critics. victim, accused, judge, jury and executioner, all in one.
