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Sitting up late at night Alone with my thoughts Reflection mainly with a little bit of self torture Taking responsibility for the mistakes I've made Things I'd said that hurt others Being inconsiderate of someone's heart It wasn't just the bumps in the night that kept me awake It was everything that I felt regret for The walls I had built had started to break Seeds of regret had been ignored for too long Allowed to grow into inner demons That robbed me of sleep Stolen from me my inner peace Sitting up late at night Every night wondering Will I ever fall asleep peaceably? Will I ever be free Of the demons that rob me? So used to, I am now Of carrying these burdens and this baggage with me I wonder if I would ever know how to act Without them breaking down my back A sad world we live in That just being a man Can break you and keep you from something as natural as sleep The wrongs we've committed and the regrets that we keep Never forgotten but maybe forgiven One day Until then I will sit up late at night Spending time with a demon named regret
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
My Demon Named Regret
Sitting up late at night Alone with my thoughts Reflection mainly with a little bit of self torture Taking responsibility for the mistakes I've made Things I'd said that hurt others Being inconsiderate of someone's heart It wasn't just the bumps in the night that kept me awake It was everything that I felt regret for The walls I had built had started to break Seeds of regret had been ignored for too long Allowed to grow into inner demons That robbed me of sleep Stolen from me my inner peace Sitting up late at night Every night wondering Will I ever fall asleep peaceably? Will I ever be free Of the demons that rob me? So used to, I am now Of carrying these burdens and this baggage with me I wonder if I would ever know how to act Without them breaking down my back A sad world we live in That just being a man Can break you and keep you from something as natural as sleep The wrongs we've committed and the regrets that we keep Never forgotten but maybe forgiven One day Until then I will sit up late at night Spending time with a demon named regret
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
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