How can we see progression
If we can't justify the meaning
And fix our mistakes. Nothing can change
If we can't find a sense of communication
And start confronting our flaws
But was I too blind to see what was right for me
Or was I just lost and off track?
I can't stop thinking about the past
I fucked up everything just trying to change so
I'll take this time to fix myself
I'm only choking by the grip of my own hands
From it I've come to realize that this is far from over
With this blood on my hands
I've lost sight of whats really important
With this blood on my hands
I find myself sinking in regret
I fucked up everything all in a misunderstanding
And there's no turning back from here
What's done is done
Until this day I hang my head
But I try to be hopeful
Need you to know that
All in all it was the first instinct my heart gave me
All in all it was the worst I've ever made
But I'll have to learn from my mistakes
