Most nights are spent in torment,
No sweet dreams for me.
Why do I deserve this?
Why can't I be set free?
The worst part of a nightmare
Is not the beasts I've met
Nor is it when I awake,
Trembling, in cold sweat.
The worst part of a nightmare
Is not when I feel ill.
Neither is it that
They always seem so real.
The worst part of a nightmare
Is not to see you lust
Or even that I'm losing
Every ounce of trust.
The worst part of a nightmare
Is not when I lose you.
The worst part of a nightmare
Is watching it come true.