Most nights

Most nights I don't know what's wrong with me

Sometimes I don't feel like I know myself

I glue to so many things just to fill the whole

But by the end of it 

I'm empty 

I lay in the dark

My eyes watering

But i don't dare let a teardrop

Crying makes me weak

I don't want to be weak 

I don't want to be found

don't ask what wrong

I don't know

I'll never know

My thoughts eat at me 

I'm so fragile

I miss nights were I was a kid

Laying under my blanket 

Pretending to sleep

Waiting for the footsteps in the hall to die

So I can come alive

But most nights I lay there

In the dark 

Tears fill my eyes

And those child's footsteps 

Died in those halls 

I failed her

I failed

I don't know what's wrong with me