i could never find a way to rest upon your shoulders
please help but i meant so well
i keep pushing through these bitter memories
i try to to escape the nightmares but they are becoming of me
i am the sleeping dream inside the dream
my old me breaks my heart
this endeavor has swallowed me whole
north winds twisting inside me i can feel this emptiness
i can feel this emptiness
and this is becoming of me
words are never good enough
everything i breathe is broken letters and bad timing
and they are becoming of me
i am the sleeping dream inside the dream