I always feel bad about myself,
I always mess things up,
I do ten things and fail eleven times,
and I end up blaming others
of all the **** that's happening to me.

I cry to myself at night,
I keep all the pain inside
until I physically feel the pain
stabbing right through my heart.

then lately I realized,
maybe it's all my fault.
no, not maybe,
it really is my fault,
and instead of complaining,
why not take another step
and move on.

if I'll fail,
I'll fail better this time,
I'll fail
           and fail
                        and fail
until I'll have that sweet success.

it may not be an easy road,
but so what?
I might fall hard,
                  with face first,
but that would only mean I'm walking forward.