Dopehead.

I often look myself in the mirror deep into my own hazel eyes,
"where did I go wrong?", I asked, with a trembling voice
Restraining my knuckles from punching out the walls.

I often close my eyes, late at night, trying so hard to fall asleep but
I always end up failing
"what if it worked out, you and me?", I thought, with a dizzy head
Abandoning the tears that hit the pillowcase.