what dreams may come
They don't stop. The dreams. I'm gettin' to where I don't wanna go to bed.
Every night, I relive what Billy did to me. I relive my Ma not carin', not takin' up for me. Then I dream about what I did to Finch, the feel of his hot blood runnin' over my hand. How I hurt Joyce, scarin' her when she'd had me as a guest in her home. Fuckin' B's boyfriend, knowin' the whole time that it was wrong, and that she would never do the same thing to me. What I did to G, what I did to Angel... it goes on and on. It won't stop.
Why can't it stop?
I don't think anyone else is sleepin' that much better. And it's really freakin' me out, but I can't find Oz. I know he wouldn't just run off without sayin' anything. I think he's the only person here who can really tolerate me right now.
Every night, I relive what Billy did to me. I relive my Ma not carin', not takin' up for me. Then I dream about what I did to Finch, the feel of his hot blood runnin' over my hand. How I hurt Joyce, scarin' her when she'd had me as a guest in her home. Fuckin' B's boyfriend, knowin' the whole time that it was wrong, and that she would never do the same thing to me. What I did to G, what I did to Angel... it goes on and on. It won't stop.
Why can't it stop?
I don't think anyone else is sleepin' that much better. And it's really freakin' me out, but I can't find Oz. I know he wouldn't just run off without sayin' anything. I think he's the only person here who can really tolerate me right now.