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Nights Tale - Dark Place Alone

Something is wrong, I know it, I feel it
I sit up and look around, what is that, what is it?
Something in the corner of my eye, hiding, evading
I feel my heart racing, beating, pounding
What is that, I feel it, what is it, what could it be?

I light the candle and look around, but nothing, its gone
A nightmare? A vivid dream or a vision of whats to come?
I move around the room, the light stirring the shadows to life
Was it just a dream, or a memory perhaps, coming to me this night
I can still feel it, but what, it eludes me, what could it be?

I stumble to my bed again, blow out the light and go back to sleep
I dream so sweet, but then suddenly I fall through a hole so deep
I wake again, a feeling of falling, screaming in my head
What is this, what is going on? Why am I being tormented here in my bed?
Why is this, why would it be, I cannot sleep, what could this be?

Night comes to an end, not much sleep I got, so tired today
I try to remember, something, anything, but the dreams have faded away
I shake my head and tell myself, it was nothing, just a dream
But as the days went on I came to realize, not all is what it seem
A dream? A vision? A memory? If only I could see, what could it be?

The feeling stays with me, upsets my dreams, it stirs my soul
I cannot put my finger on it, what is this? I feel as if I am not whole
Suddenly one night I wake up, someone is sitting there, is this real?
Am I awake or am I inside a dream? I cannot tell, I cannot feel
What is this, am I asleep or did I wake up, what could this be?

What is this place? Who is that sitting there? I ask, tell me, give me a name
A voice, much like my own, answers 'it matters not, it is all the same'
What is this? It feels strangely familiar. Am I in heaven, am I in hell?
Is it God? A demon? Is it Death? Am I dead? I cannot tell
Why cant I see, is this real, is it a dream? What could this be?

I wake up in my bed, gasping for breath, my pillow soaked with sweat
My hand searches the other side of the bed, but its empty, I just forget
I am all alone, theres nobody there, just thoughts now inside my head
The warmth and the love, all gone, alone in the dark here in my bed
I realize now, something is wrong, something is broken. Could it be.. me?

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