I swore I'd take each chance I had
Anything that came my way
I'm not cut out to see the day
I'm not cut out in any way
Where all I want is at my feet
I've made too many mistakes
I've made too many mistakes
Have I got what it takes
I'm walking blind
With my mind on the time
I'll take another wrong turn
Then retrace where I have been
To try and find the answers
Or just something in between
With every climb
I bypass all the warning signs
A mistake of mine
Every time I'll cross the line
Feeling less inspired everyday
Cause nothing stays in place
Every step I look back on
Leaves a footprint tinted grey
Every bridge I try to burn
Will rebuild itself some day
Another line to a cliché song
Torn up and thrown away

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