I don't own the song. MCR does.
'{They're these terrors, and it's like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my
They're theses terrors and it's like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat}
{Like last night, uh, they're not like tremors
They're worse than tremors they're, they're theses terrors
Like last night, uh, they're not like tremors
They're worse than tremors they're, they're theses terrors}
{And it's like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
And squeezing and
And it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat}'
Seiko bolted up out of her bed, sweat creeping down her face.
She felt around her neck, shaking as she did.
Even as an adult this dream still haunted her.
Her best friend.
Hanging her.
And every night, every damn night, she woke up scared for her life.
Seiko would try and call someone, but only Naomi knew how to fix this.
Even if it meant getting up and answering her phone at one in the morning, she would be there to comfort her best friend.
'Some say now suffer all the children and walk away a savior
Or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions
Don't you breathe for me undeserving of your sympathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did
And through it all, how could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye
And sleep, just sleep
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams'
She dealt with her own demons though.
She was fortunate to have her boyfriend lying next to her every night.
She couldn't let it go.
Her nightmares.
Satoshi dying, Seiko dying, Shinozaki killing her.
Sometimes they both laid there and cried together about it, but most often than not, Satoshi would give her a kiss and hold her close to him.
Thought the demons still didn't go away.
'A drink for the horror that I'm in
For the good guys and the bad guys
For the monsters that I've been
Three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again
And through it all, how could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye
And sleep, just sleep
The hardest parts the awful things that I've seen'
He had dreams of corpses lying everywhere.
Blood painting the walls.
His best friend splattered up against a wall.
He'd always wake up calm, but his mind searched frantically for her.
He'd pace for hours, waiting for daylight and when the sun finally peeked over the horizon, he'd get on his computer and video call her.
She'd always tell him she was okay and she was still here, but the boy would always end up coming over and staying for at least a night or two.
'{Sometimes I see flames
And sometimes I see people that I love dying
And it's always
Sometimes I see flames
And sometimes I see people that I love dying
And it's always}
Just sleep, just sleep
Just sleep, just sleep
Just sleep, just sleep
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
{I can't, I can't ever wake up}'
The couple had the same dreams.
The blonde pushing his girlfriend out of the way, only to be swallowed by flames.
Or the girl, a teenager in the dreams, being sliced in half by something metal.
Sometimes they watched their friends die.
They rarely ever woke up from the dreams and when they did, it was at the same time.
The boy would always pull his girlfriend close to him, wrapping his arms protectively around her.
She always thought it was her fault.
She thought their friends were really dead and she caused it.
The girl would sob softly into her boyfriend's chest, her heart throbbing in pain.
"Just sleep…" He would whisper.
Her reply was always the same.
"I can't. If I do, I'll never be able to wake up."