Testo Stealing Away

Pictures embedded in my mind. It makes no sense to regret those things we could never change. Cause all of these things are a real part of me. Sleepless nights have a way of playing with our minds, and stealing from our lives. Little drops, they wear away cause I can't be the man you want me to be and I can't be the father he needs me to be and it's this truth that's killing me. And I can't find solace in wishing this away