Call It Tragedy - Surreal Terror

This is not a life i asked for
Everyday i wake up, i'm still tired.
In my dreams i see figures that i seem to recognize,
I recognize you!
It's the face that broke my heart,
It's the face that ignores my existence,
It's the voice that tells me to back off
Whenever i just try to live my life.

The nights are getting shorter,
The days are getting harder
And my mind blows up.

I wake from this broken situation
That never existed
And i know it shouldn't do harm,
But it haunts me.
It haunts me.

I seem to fade away as my soul wanders off into the distance
And i stumble through a graveyard with a full set mind
As the agony of myself blinds me.

I can see my own mistakes
Crawling through my skin,
As it seems that my memories
Pull me down deep below.

My own mistakes crawling through my skin.
My memories pulling me down.

For years and years,
After sleepless nights and restless days,
I've been wondering: is this life even worth living?

I wake from this broken situation
That never existed
And i know it shouldn't do harm,
But it haunts me.

I should've never fallen asleep
And let the wary dreams catch me.
Every second that i try to forget

It haunts me
Intruding my mind making every contact to the social life harder.
It haunts me
Draining my sanity and removing every lace of serenity.