Nightmare lyrics
Now I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord my soul to keepIf I shall die before I ‘wakeI pray the Lord my soul to take
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realize
I’ve tasted blood and it is sweetI’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feetI’ve trusted lies and trusted menBroke down and put myself back together againStared in the mirror and punched it to shattersCollected the pieces and picked out a daggerI’ve pinched my skin in between my two fingersAnd wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
“Come on, little lady, give us a smile”No, I ain’t got nothin’ to smile aboutI got no one to smile for, I waited a while forA moment to say I don’t owe you a goddamn thing
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realize
I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night
That I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night
No, I won’t smile, but I’ll show you my teethAnd I’ma let you speak if you just let me breatheI’ve been polite, but won’t be caught deadLettin’ a man tell me what I should do in my bedKeep my exes in check in my basement‘Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you’re complacentI could play nice or I could be a bullyI’m tired and angry, but somebody should be
“Come on, little lady, give us a smile”No, I ain’t got nothin’ to smile aboutI got no one to smile for, I waited a while forA moment to say I don’t owe you a goddamn thing
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realizeI, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realize
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I’d rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeahSomeone like me can be a real nightmare, completely awareBut I’m glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realizeI, I keep a record of the wreckage of my lifeI gotta recognize the weapon in my mindThey talk shit, but I love it every timeAnd I realize
I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a nightThat I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night