Twisted

Listening to my silent screams
within my head
on my knees,
alive but, instead I'm dead,
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
a bloody messed thats has widespread
So many tricks and so many lies,
to many whens and to many whys,
Love is a lullaby sung within my head
drifting through my mind
thats been unsaid.
Nobody's special,
nobody's gifted.
Love isn't anything that people have said
True love is only a lullaby
sung within my head.
I just sit and wait
for this pain to be lifted
sleeping awake
with screams inside my head.
Choking on a dream,
that I wish to become dead.
My dream world
of love seemed to become twisted.
I am not gone,
my mind has just drifted
burnt out and empty wasted
the sun dried out
and the rose petals have shed
I'm still here
in my dream of love
I wish to embed
but it seems to be twisted
within my dreamy head