He's in my dreams, He's in my thoughts,
It all reminds me of how I fought.
He always told me I was weak,
He always told me not to scream.
He always told me I deserved it,
He always told me I had it coming.
He invades my dreams, He invades my thoughts,
He always told me I wasn't good enough.
He was my bestfriend, my brother,
He all of a sudden, turned into a monster.
I can't stop thinking, I can't get it out of my head,
I can't stop seeing that old, empty bed.
His face, I hate now.
His name, I hate more.
I wish he were dead.
I sometimes wish I were dead.
He's in my dreams, He's in my thoughts,
It all reminds me of how I didn't fight.
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