What keeps you awake at night?

It replays in my mind; it will never stop.
Stupid little nothings, they fill my head.
Please pull it out of my head; please turn it off.

I want to move on, but every tie I do, I see it again.
It is there, waiting, standing in the front.
When I close my eyes, I see a film: the film of my failures.
I see what I've done wrong, and they never leave.
The big, the small, they all came to the party.

Please, God, clear my vision. Turn me blind to the past.
Why must I be perfect? Why do I try?
Why can't I just be me? It is never enough.
But it should be.

The film, it loops. My eyes, they see.
As long as there's dark, they see.
I am flustered, I roll around. I want to sleep.
But it is all in vain. It does not matter.
My heart beats faster, my mind thinks faster.
I am Jack's projection screen.

Get over it, Ben, you're done. It's done.
The past is gone, it is no more.
I'm tired of remembering, watching, living it over and over.
Please, someone, just push stop!

My hands are tied, I cannot move.
Please lend me a hand.
I need you to stop my memories and play the now.
Please, someone. Please.

Why can't I stop it? Who tied me up?
Who locked my mind on repeat?
I must stop them! They must be punished!
But as I hunt, I find only one thing:
A mirror.