We were all born with vices.
We've never had control.
We've been locked in a battle off ill will and defeated soul.
We are the exiled stuck in our own vices.
We walk this desert without end.
We are the exiled stuck in our own vices.
No matter how much we plan, we come up short.
Why my best intentions could be so destructive, or why my virtue has been drowned out by my own selfishness.
How can I be so proud and still doubt myself'
How can I be so depressed from acting on my own will'
Because there's been something holding me back.
Something keeping my from the person I've needed to be.
It took me so long to find out why everything I put my hand to has become a testament to failure.
How can I be so proud and still doubt myself'