in my head

as i lay sitting at night in my bed,

i've all these fantasies crawling

and all these dreams are calling,

teasing me up inside my head.

i shut my eyes as if i were dead,

darkness enters my tired thought

and to live a dream i desire not

unless i'm trapped inside my head.

echoing are the words that she said

as if a busy train from north to south

as if acid rain came out of her mouth

and all the drops fell into my head.

messages were written but never read

for blind i was and could not see

that only death could set me free —

even if i'm only dead in my head.

in my bed, where you have bled,

there is a spot that makes it true,

someone was here and it was you

...or was it all inside my head?

i get up startled from my bed

and stare at the spot that's vivid red,
how could it ever have driven me mad

if i didn't made you inside my head?

i have a wish: i wish i was dead,

but that wish i wish, then i wish it not

for i want to wish and i wish a lot

that i'm as dead as i am in my head.