sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

all in my head

gone the days of golden,

long behind the tune,

all the kings and horses

fixed nothing but my pain.

better said and granted,

become never what i wanted,

twenty four turning twenty five–

why it feels like i'm out of time.

times like these i'm feeling

like i don't deserve to be there,

feeling alone while being with friends,

a pocket of storms inside of my head.

thinking too much for little things,

pushed away the people i hold dear,

play the cards and tried to leave,

cried the future between my sleep.

what if its all in my head?

what if the blame's on me instead?

what if its all the workings inside my brain?

what if its all in myhead?