A Bad Dream

A dark cloud is coming over me
I can see it coming like an angry sea
No no don't look back
No one can see me crack

I grab a cigarette to forget
I need some Brandy to make my mouth wet
Which pill do you think I should take?
Anything to get rid of the ache

She told me to not wake them up
God, looking back at it makes me want to throw up
"It's our little secret€ she would say
I never knew I was her prey

How could that be something that I forgot
I guess the couch was her favorite spot
She was really sick
But why was it me who made her tick?

I guess it all makes sense
As to why I'm always feeling tense
But I guess the past is in the past
Even though this pain will always last.

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