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. I 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.