Was I wrong? Wrong in assuming
That nothing at all, without thought
Would just fall into place?
Was it hope, that
something would change me
That led me to see the mistakes
That had gutted my frame?
Was it strength, yearning for
purpose?
Or weakness just desperately searching
For something to fix?
To create, from self-induced ruin
To try and rebuild
what remains from
What I have destroyed
Why'd I make it so hard?
So quick to doubt?
So ready to f**k myself
over...
Was it truth, logic or reason
Disappointment of fear that led me
To question all things
Far beneath self-induced
wreckage
I rest in pathetic assurance
That failure is safe
Why'd I make it so hard?
So quick to doubt?
So ready to f**k
myself again...
Was I wrong? Wrong in assuming
That nothing at all, without thought
Would just fall into place?
Was it
hope, that something would change me
That led me to see the mistakes
That had gutted my frame?
Why'd I make it so hard?
So
quick to doubt?
So ready to f**k myself over
So ready to f**k myself again...