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