Every night when you lay your head down to rest, do you think about the life you've lived, do you have regrets? Is your mind exhausted by all the lies that your tirelessly tell yourself, like that one about how you don't believe you'll die without knowing your love was felt? Do you dream about the girl you loved that you let get away, the one who wanted nothing but you yet still you wouldn't let her stay?  And when you wake up do you find you aren't in the place you were before, but you tossed and turned yourself into a familiar spot on the floor?