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.
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.
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