I used to think that time well spent meant having a good time. But now it seems I've sacrificed to much for peace of mind.
I used to think that by myself, I could get by with no one else, but will I make it through the day?
So many times I've asked loved ones to just see it my way. They've all complied and backed away all in the name of faith.
I used to think that by myself, I could get by with no one else, but will I make it through the day? I used to think that on my own, I could get by so all alone, but will I make it through the day?
All the times that I screwed up, I new that I was wrong. But pride can blind in so many ways, it took me too damn long. To figure out that everybody needs a helping hand sometimes to maintain. To everyone, I'm sorry, and I'll never make the same mistake.