All Mistakes

I can see through my eyes how tired is my soul tonight.
But the fear of my dreams is what makes me stay away from bed.
Maybe deep down I know that I haven´t moved on at all.
All mistakes I’ve made start to play hide and chase.
Seems that bad decisions are what I like to take.

And yet here I am.
Looking for my next mistake.
Isn’t it ironic?
Going from one bad step to another and another till I reach the edge.
I´m too scared to fall and yet here I go.

But isn’t it what life is for?
To take all the wrong trains,
Feel lost, confuse, or even run out of thoughts.
Cause in the end every bad decision made,
Seems to define who I am today.
If so, I’d gladly go back and take once again that very first train.