Disclaimer: Kripike is just jealous that the fangirls write better than him...but he did kinda come up with the idea first.
A/N: This is what I do instead of sleeping. Sad, huh?
Those dreams again
That shake my very soul
Those twisted dreams again
Of which I have no control
In Hell I dreamed of being free
And I am, it would seem
If only I could break free
Of these tortured dreams
It gets harder to tell when I'm sleeping
Every night I try a whiskey lullaby
And Sam's still wanting to know
What happened after I died
There's not a scar left to prove it
But I still have my memory
I guess I can try to explain
I just hope you never have to see
Those dreams become reality.