Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Death
Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Death
And sometimes I wish it all ended
On a more sweeter note
No later but sooner,
Like a halt to my agonies and anxieties.
Like an end of a drama
But here the artist is fed up of pretending
The will to move on and happy endings
It sounds like lies and terrible miseries.
And then sometimes I wish I could
Cover up my pain in words
But damn those words
Because they hurt even worse.
So I end up living, thinking
I’m not worth it, with people
Around pushing and neglecting.
Hey, I talked about it.
Trust me, no one ever heard!
So I ended it and it was sweet
At least for me.!