I'm sick to my stomach yet again
I'm losing faith inside the walls of my head
Every week there seems to be some new monster under my bed
Tell me a story before I sleep
Of how all the townspeople weep
When the knight came back with the monster's head
A hero had come and he paid off their debt
They never had to worry about anything again
I ask myself every single day
"Is this living or this all a game?"
Is something out there to tame this nightmare?
I ask myself as I wake from bed
"Are everyone's expectations met?"
Is something going to end this story?