Stand Corrected

Days and nights now
Black and white and grey
All of my pleasures
Somehow turn to pain
Though I can not be trusted
To say whats really on mind
Wild Iike an old friend
Who you love only half of the time

I was wrong about a lot of things
And I stand

I was dead on arrival
You found me that way
In the mirror with my rival
Got nothing to say
I would light your candles
But I don't know if I believe
I don't believe
And the host of this party is asking me to leave

Stuck in a tunnel
With a dim soft light at the end
I see my old failures are haunting me again

I was wrong about a lot of things
And I stand corrected
Stand corrected

Though I know I can be trusted
You still don't see me that way
And I'm in a prison I've built but can not escape

I was wrong about a lot things
And I stand corrected
Stand corrected

Matador of my darkness
The bull was my rage
Looking over my shoulder
I hope I can be brave

So I push myself further
Ignoring all my pain
Now I'm lost in these canyons
But they feel more like caves

I was wrong about a lot of things
And I stand corrected
I stand corrected
Stand corrected