filling my head with the dreams that she keeps,
Whispering fantasies into my mind,
all of my secrets she always can find.
Rarely does she fill my head with sweet dreams,
she knows what can scare me it seems.
And when she comes to me in the night,
she fills my mind with evil and fright.
And at these times I easily scare,
but if I wake up there's no one there.
So I lay awake and stare into the night
waiting for the morning light.
And usually with the rise of the sun
most of my troubles are over and done.
The ones that linger are very small
and hold no chance of making me fall.
But the dreamweaver knows what she does,
she comes night after night just because
She likes to fill my mind with fright,
rarely does she bring me light.
So my dreams will always be scary
until I can find this evil dream fairy
and show her what she's done to me,
made me scared, and uneasy.