Sometimes my worst nightmares,
Come to haunt me in the flesh;
I'm not even scared,
But my twisted reality is a mess.
And sometimes I just dream awake,
The dreams I've never had,
Is it my stomach that really aches?
Or just the hunger I suffered from the past.
There's no more imagination,
I made some of my thoughts the bitter truth,
There's no final destination,
But sometimes I dream awake,
The things I can't quite prove.