Chrissy Pastore - The Villain

I've been having the very strangest dreams
Blood was on my hands dripping on my jeans
A heart was on a table in the center of a flower
Barely beating in a rose, and my tears began to shower
My favorite singer stood beside me making poetry of it
I said "please do something", she said "don't look at me, I'm a lyricist"
My friend suggested that I paint it, so I took out my acrylics
But nothing could do it justice
Rob my own contentment like a villain
So I went about my day, memorized how to seem strong
Check off all the tasks and then drown inside a song
I wrote a couple lyrics, but I hate them every time
So I fall asleep with headphones on and wish for better times
I can't find a clear way, though I'm reaching out and willing
I'm the first to say I rob my happiness like a villain
I'm my own worst enemy, worst critic all the same
My mind's a tangled web, my burdens are to blame
Tonight I'll go to sleep and have a nightmare so bone-chilling
Or dream of some golden hero, but in the glass I'll see the villain
The very strangest dreams
Maybe when I grow up, then I'll know what they mean

Written by:
Christina Pastore

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