Heavy hearts beat louder at night
Shines a light on feelings left unidentified
Damp pillows, clenched fists, the signs of bad memories, too stubborn to quit

Projected onto the ceiling of my mind,
A film reel plays of the times of my life
Tortured history, dotted with melancholy tragedies

Not a sob story, at least not yet
I tuck my regrets in at night
Unsure of who will get smothered first
A bet I’m willing to make, if it means a nights rest