&gt;My past has tasted bitter/
For years now/
So I wield an iron fist/
Grace is just weakness/
Or so I've been told/
I've been cold, I've been merciless/
But the blood on my hands scares me to death/
Maybe I'm waking up today

&gt;I'll be good, I'll be good/
And I'll love the world, like I should/
I'll be good, I'll be good/
I'll be good, I'll be good/

&gt;For all of the light that I shut out/
For all of the innocent things that I doubt/
For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears/
For all of the things that I've done all these years/
And all/
Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out/
For all of the perfect things that I doubt



I have such big dreams, and I say them outloud, and work to get closer to them, but the inevitable doubt procured by my story just breaks my heart. I stand in my own way of what I want so badly time and again..