Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I shall die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I`ve tasted blood and it is sweet
I`ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I`ve trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself back together again
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I`ve pinched my skin in between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain`t got nothin` to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don`t owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I`m no sweet dream, but I`m a hell of a night
That I`m no sweet dream, but I`m a hell of a night

No, I won`t smile, but I`ll show you my teeth
And I`ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I`ve been polite, but won`t be caught dead
Lettin` a man tell me what I should do with my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
`Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you`re complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I`m tired and angry, but somebody should be

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain`t got nothin` to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don`t owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I`d rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I`m glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I`m no sweet dream, but I`m a hell of a night
That I`m no sweet dream, but I`m a hell of a night