I've been wandering down the same road, just lit up with different lights Trying to trick me into thinking that I finally got it right But I know all that I'm good for, my whole life is a lie All I do is try
I'm always trying to do But I'm never doing that much Trying is all that I'm good for Failing is all that I know I'm always trying to do But I'm never doing that much Failing is all that I'm good at Trying is all that I show
I've blistered up my feet and worn the ground down to the core I see the magma seeping from the cracks created on the forest floor And it's getting hot, my boots are burned, my feet hurt But just a little more All I do is try
I'm always trying to do But I'm never doing that much Trying is all that I'm good for Failing is all that I know I'm always trying to do But I'm never doing that much Failing is all that I'm good at Trying is all that I show
My vision is quite blurry, and it all now looks the same I see a street sign in the distance, but I can't make out the name All this time I've thought it was my circumstance that I should place my blame But it's me All I do is try
I try, but I never achieve I give it all up, and I leave I try not to lie to myself But the truth is too much to believe
I was playing my dad's old guitar earlier, and this just came out of nowhere. I miss you, Dad.Thanks for the inspiration and assistance.