At night, when I close my eyes and try to relax
All the things I have done wrong come before my sight,
I feel suffocated and cry deep inside
"What have I done ?" , I shout
"Is that me ?" , I doubt
I search for keys to unlock the doors of my mind,
But bad memories are all I find
This isn't how I thought it to be,
This isn't how I wanted myself to be
Sometimes, that's not what we intend
But the cycle continues and the struggle never ends