Failures.

burning fingers run down my feverishly cold skin
They set their trails on fire, and that fire is like sin
It gives life to millions of little lies
That feed on all my intentions
What used to be good, turns to an excuse
So what use it is to drown in any kind of relief?
Isn't it all just mischief?
The deeper you get inside of your own head
The more of you turns out to be a lie
Expectations, accusations, transformations between these.
Your every attempt will be remembered as a failure
And there's nothing you can really do about it
Your every attempt will be remembered as a failure
When you tried to learn how to drive a bike, and fell down
When you tried to learn a new language, and gave up
When you tried to learn how to fly, and injured your knee
All these mistakes, all these failures.
They are always here to remind you never to forget
How close you once were to actually success.