My mirror is a dream of life that's still ahead of me

My reflection is the nightmare waiting to come out

It waits and lingers and wants to come undone and free

And the dream goes on as the nightmare prowls

Some dreams never end, and come back every night

And the nightmare stays hidden within, gaining mass and strength

But one person's nightmare is another person's delight

It's insanity at its finest, and it's going the extra length.

Then one night, alone, as you settle down you realize something new

The terrors of the night close in with every ticked hand of the clock

The nightmares hidden will be showing soon, now they're well overdue

And the scariest things in the world to me are the things that can never stop

But a dream is just uncontrolled thoughts and desires that unravel during rest

And a nightmare is just a figment of your real fears building in your head

I like to think dreams are preparing you for things, maybe like a test

But if any of my dreams come true... Well then, I think my nightmares will want me dead.