Another restless night
While I wonder who
The hell I am
I look in myself
And all I see is
The sorry and the worry
I see what I have done
To you and what I have
Done to me.
I think that there
Is always hope but
My heart has lost how to believe it
So scared to be
On my own that
Even as I sit here
In my room I am
Frightened not by
Who I am
But what I have become.
