Cycle

I don’t want to dream about you.
I don’t want you to invade my sleep.
I don’t want you to be in my head.
I want you to get out of there and never come back.
I don’t want you to be the one I see
When I’m lost in my dreams.
I don’t want to see you in my head, in my dreams.
Because when my eyes fly open,
Your face disappears from sight.
And I sit up in my bed, and realize that you did it again.
You got me hooked on you.
You got me hooked on you like a drug.
It took me forever to break the addiction last time.
And now you got me hooked again.
You’re all I think about now.
I can’t think straight.
Whenever I close my eyes you’re all I see.
And I’m starting to like having you in my head,
And that’s why I’ve got to get out now.
Because if I don’t, I’ll just end up like last time.
Crawling on the ground, too weak to get up.
Laying in the gutter, heartbroken.
Too numb to feel anything. 
I lay there thinking that right now
Death would be a better thing than just laying here,
Hoping that you come back for me;
Even though I know you won’t.
So I have to gather myself together and find my strength.
I manage to find it and pull myself up.
I begin to walk away from you, from the pain.
But then, just then when I think that I’m out,
You pop back up in my dreams.
I don’t want to dream about you.
I don’t want you to invade my sleep.