Sometimes I get scared, I have dreams, I call nightmares, I can't sleep,
I keep my head full of blood red burdens,
I'm just yearning to know whats in her journal,
I pull my sheets over my head like their closing the curtains,
I guess I have somewhat of an audience,
And I'm starting to remember that guy now,
But i don't remember how his name goes
standing up here on my stage that i built myself,
her eyes filled with a billion delicious rainbows...

