I think of what I should\'ve done
and what I meant to tell you.
I cringe when I think about
all the things I wanted to do.
Guilt keeps me up at night
judging and haunting my soul.
Telling me what should\'ve been.
Taking until I don\'t feel whole.
But I never met your expectations.
So, how do I get away from this guilt?
I am held in shackles as its prisoner.
Oddly, it\'s a prison that I built.