Those nights

It's cliché. But what if, all we're going through is just a dream, and we only wake up when we die? I don't wanna have any of these nightmares anymore. Then again, what if I was wrong? And screwing it, the feeling is back.

Anyway, on those mornings where I tend to look like some walking zombie or some moody panda, it's because I put on a mask the night before, head out the dark streets and save the world.