We Came As Romans Everything As Planned
I'm Tied Down To The Bed I've Made,
The One That I Said That I Had Left.
I Shouldn't Speak Before I Know,
I've Built And Rebuilt The Bed I Lay In.
But I Always End Up Restless In The Same Place.
I Don't Sleep At Night,
And I Don't Know What To Think,
About The Life I've Made For Myself.
Or Have I Created My Own Hell?
Did I Set Myself Up To Fail?
Tried To Take Care Of Everyone Else,
Neglected Taking Care Of Myself,
How Can I Take Care Of Anyone Else?
The One Thing I Wanted Most,
Was Lost Because Of My Own.
My Own Irresponsibility.
Do I Get As Many Chances As It Takes?
(As Many Chances As It Takes)
Or Have I Not Earned Them?
Or Have I Not Earned Them?
Tell Me That I Have Earned Them,
Tell Me That I Can
Start Sleeping Through The Night,
Will You Tell Me That I've Created A Life For Myself?
None Of Us Were Made To Fail.
I Know Without Taking Care Of Myself,
I Can Never Take Care Of Anyone Else.
Will I Start To Sleep At Night?
Or Will I Just Lay And Think?
About How If Everything Went Just How I've Planned,
Or If I'm Better Off It Never Has.
Will I Sleep?
Or Will I Just Lay In Bed?
Will I Start To Sleep At Night?
Or Will I Just Lay And Think?
