Nightmare (Reprise)

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize...

I've tasted blood and it is sweet

I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet

I've trusted lies and trusted men

Broke down and put myself back together again

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger

I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

Come on little lady

Give us a smile

No, I ain't got nothing to smile about

I got no one to smile for

I waited a while for

A moment to say

I don't owe you a god damn thing

I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize...

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

No, I won't smile

But I'll show you my teeth

And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

I've be polite, but won't be caught dead

Letting a man tell me what I should do with my bed

Keep my exes in check in my basement

'Cause kindness is weakness or worse your complacent

I could play nice or I could be a bully

I'm tired and angry

But somebody should be

Come on little lady

Give us a smile

No, I ain't got nothing to smile about

I got no one to smile for

I waited a while for

A moment to say

I don't owe you a god damn thing

I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize...

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize...

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware

Yeah, someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware

But I'm glad to be a real nightmare

So save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize...

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize...

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night