Sweet Dreams
It’s hard to leave the comfort of my bed What if she gets lonely too? What if I told them the truth and that my shell is hard to crack through? Keep trusting, don’t overthink Why must it be difficult to keep my tears at their brink? They fall down slowly, until there’s so many they collide and meet Days like these used to be like sweets, Light like strawberries and whipped cream Then I turn caramelized, when the sugar melts at its peak When will it stop feeling like everyone tries to take a bite out of me? To start believing in myself and my capabilities My shell was soft until it began hardening, And it makes it tough to be confident in myself and to keep in touch with reality The simple things and emotions I watch distantly, admiring I want to go back to that picnic blanket, Before I was so sad and before the happiness was taken They say those...