Pictures embedded in my mind
I guess it makes no sense to regret those things we could never change
All of those things are a real part of me
Sleepless nights have a way of playing with our minds, stealing from our lives
Little drops, they wear away cause I can't be the man you want me to be and I can't be the father he needs me to be and it's this truth that's killing me
And I can't find solace in wishing this away