Stream Of Passion

Buried in my pillow
are the marks of your mistake;
as soon as I lay down
I'll feel them closing in.
Like hitting replay, I'm ready there...
going through the story
I should've never lived.
Pull me through this endless night.
There's a ghost by the door,
there's a memory that won't let me go.
Will you please set me free
from the burden that won't let me sleep?
Buried in my pillow,
to forever taint my dreams,
are those hurtful moments