Not long after midnight, the tears start flowing.
Mind racing 100 miles, no idea where it's going.
My dreams are dashed by my own hands.
Hope slipping away through fingers like sand.
My first mistake was making plans.
God laughs because his are better than man's.
A dislike for myself fuels this fire.
Reminds me I do not deserve what I desire.
Round and round we go each night.
I fear someday soon I will give up the fight.