Fate seals my actions, but those don't make me unreal
Free will is a lie, i don't control how i feel
I bridge the gap of my own flaw with my self doubt
I admit it, without much help, i would've never found that out
It's hard for me to admit that i was wrong once
But that just has to happen once or twice
Does it come down to intuition, or is it just a hunch
I just want to know if i'm in the right
I rush to assumptions and fixate too hard
On things that don't matter and goals set too far
I'm never constructive, i'm always set back
By my own inhibitions and the talents i lack
It's hard for me to admit that i was wrong once
But that just has to happen once or twice
Does it come down to intuition, or is it just a hunch
I just want to know if i'm in the right
And maybe ill get better soon
I'll fly away and rest upon a crescent moon
And maybe i wont be so sad all the time
But that's just a helpful thought i don't count on my mind