I’m excited to get this #MusicMonday out to all of you, lovelies, because one of my awesome readers actually tagged me in a post about this song saying that it reminded her of me! Of course, I already love Halsey to death, but I agree that her new song ‘Nightmare’ has some badass lyrics too. Enjoy it, lovelies!
Lyrics
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 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 of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
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.
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!
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 of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
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.
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 in 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!
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 in 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!
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 of 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 of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
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 of 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.
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 of 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 of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
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 of 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.
That I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night.
‘Nightmare’ by Halsey