In The Dead of Night I Still Hear You

I lost touch
With reality
Hid in a dark place;
An archway
Shadowed in my own faults
I made a mural on the walls with
My indecisions and bad habits
A fruition that clawed to be

Something had to happen
I was desolate
And self forgotten
Don't regret it
You had to change
Just too many lies
I still think about you
All the time
Takes me back to a place
I beg to never see again
But then I, I close my eyes

A deafening roar
floods my mind
I can't hear myself
Only those soft words
You stabbed me with
"If it doesn't hurt, then what was it worth?
How don't you grasp such little things?
I know it'll come back
In the dead of night
But I won't, no... I won't"