My Dreams

My dreams are cruel to me Every three-to-four weeks Yeah, they stunt my heart Make it fall to my feet, to the floor Out of beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat Oh, my dreams, oh, can wake me By emotions that I see Oh, I get so convinced I may be blind Where is the realization in all of this rhyme? Oh, that I'm only asleep So then why Isn't my mind the best when it is When it is at rest? My dreams make me feel Oh, lord, could this be real? Or are these dreams within, of without, or masked by some unkept doubt? Oh Oh, my dreams Oh, they, they won't quit Oh, my conscious can take a hit Oh, these thoughts they bend Oh, and they, they will mend Oh, but starts turn out Oh, yeah, starts turn out To be the end I'm only asleep I'm only asleep But I'm only asleep I'm only asleep