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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck myself over 
So ready to fuck myself again...