Did I try enough?
Was I upright or rough?
Hurtful, guilt, or proud?
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.

The whispers of my bravery,
The screams of my recovery
The sorrows that I swallow,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.

Haunting shadows of the past,
The echoes that stayed last,
still swedging to be free.
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.

The...