At the end of the day
when my head hits my pillow,
the memories come drifting back.
when my head hits my pillow,
the memories come drifting back.
I cannot help but to think
of what might have been,
if only I had known.
Then my mind will shift
to what my future may hold
and my thoughts go dark.
My music will change
and I’m brought back
only to go back farther.
As I begin to remember,
I feel tears run down
and I close my eyes.
As I drift off to sleep,
I begin to feel safe
for nothing can be done.
There’s a peace in the darkness
that I don’t fully understand,
but nothing can touch me there.
Then I begin to dream
and it seems so real
and there is no rest.
There is no hiding here,
as I am frozen, lost
in an unforgiving place.
When I awaken,
I begin to cry again,
knowing I didn’t escape.
I realize not even
in my dreams can I
run from myself.
What a fool I am to think
that there is a place
for me, anywhere in life.
of what might have been,
if only I had known.
Then my mind will shift
to what my future may hold
and my thoughts go dark.
My music will change
and I’m brought back
only to go back farther.
As I begin to remember,
I feel tears run down
and I close my eyes.
As I drift off to sleep,
I begin to feel safe
for nothing can be done.
There’s a peace in the darkness
that I don’t fully understand,
but nothing can touch me there.
Then I begin to dream
and it seems so real
and there is no rest.
There is no hiding here,
as I am frozen, lost
in an unforgiving place.
When I awaken,
I begin to cry again,
knowing I didn’t escape.
I realize not even
in my dreams can I
run from myself.
What a fool I am to think
that there is a place
for me, anywhere in life.