And when I'm happy at last is when I bring up the past
Memories so long forgot or so I thought but now they're not
Feels odd to say it but I don't really have a lot to hide 'cept I
Have perfected the art of self sabotage
And I am so scared this time of ruining my
New start, my new heart
And when I find stable ground is when I start to back down
And then that one backward step becomes a fall to the ground
Now all my hard works worth what? With all the progress I've lost
Not proud to say it but I
Have perfected the art of self sabotage
And I am so scared this time of ruining my
New start, my new heart
I tried life once I failed, I tried it twice as well
I gave it everything, god knows how I'm still standing
The bastard child of love or at least something borne thereof
Have perfected the art of self sabotage
And I am so scared this time of ruining my
New start, my new heart