Tonight, my mind will start to come undone,
I start to wonder if I\'m capable of pleasing anyone.
An imaginary list of rights and wrongs,
Voice inside as loud as a gong.
Toss and turn, I cannot run from my imperfections.
As much as I try, I can never change my reflection.
I sigh and try to fall into the only place I can truly rest, simple sleep.
I can only hope that for the next day, this will not repeat.
Tomorrow, I will be rid of the sin of today.
Tomorrow, I will be freed from this dismay.