Again

Fortune favors the feats of fools
Beasts of labor will always lose
But these were just excuses that I made to soothe my pride
When the call repeated I retreated back inside
I made a mess I only have myself to blame
I had wings but couldnt fly
And I put myself to shame
All my broken dreams are scattered in the rain
Is this it, is this the end?
Is it too late to try again?

You dont deserve me that much is clear
If you loved me youd still be here
But these were just excuses that I made to soothe my pride
While I was screaming you were bleeding deep inside
You gave your best and all I gave you was the blame
You were brave and I was blind to the monster I became
I said 'Im sorry' but well never be the same
It was me in the end
Is it too late to love again?

Theres another sea to rise above
Everything I try is not enough
I cant stand it so Ill stand still
If God should break me, then thats his will
But these were just excuses that I made to soothe my pride
Cuz everything Id ever need was here inside
I made a mess but now its time to make it right
Give me wind and give me wings and I can learn to fly
Ill hold my breath until I reach the other side
Will it be a happy end?
Is it too late to rise again?