bury them in my pillow,
the memories we can't boast;
maybe they'll replay in my sleep
and i can have you again
through nights like this, i hide myself
and get lost inside the maze i create
i then destroy for the very sake of a goal in mindโ
to feel the pain, no, to let it out at last
i don't know if i am talking to a person or to my little feeling called despair