I Don't Want To Dream Anymore

At night it starts the torturing Dreams of people dying Why you call me fortunate Okay one of us is lying Maybe i've got it wrong There's so much more than goals Maybe you write the songs And i'll provide the host Keep pictures on the wall Of all the pain i've caused I've never really had halo Kept tame behind the law If fames built in the halls I paint it grey with faults Disgrace began my mold I pray a hand to hold A hand to hold At night it starts the torturing God gives me dreams of people dying Yet you have called me fortunate But sometimes i feel like mmm