well?

tell me what you know about dreaming,
you don't really know about anything.
tell me what you know about the night terrors every night,
five a.m. cold sweats, waking up to the sky.
tell me what you know about dreams,
tell me what you know about night terrors; nothing.
i don't really care about the trials of tomorrow,
i just want to lay awake in a bed full of sorrow.