كلمات My Intentions

I'm trying To mold this into something that works I've been Tearing down these walls I once stood With these hands Are callused from failure attempts of construction that Never end (Never) This assembly line can't move any faster The steady course we've had Is nearing it's decline (It's decline) (Decline) Unless we pick up production I never wanted more than to be satisfied Am I capable? This feels so far away (Far away) So far that forever seems closer It's too late I'm sorry Don't believe the stories I can't control what is said I'm here now for what it's worth I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless And I can remember The bliss of ignorance No need to compromise heart and mind I'm spoiled by The opposition forced to face this endeavor Will I succeed In managing the impossible? Someone help me out I'm miserable It's too late I'm sorry Don't believe the stories I can't control what is said I'm here now for what it's worth I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless Believe this If nothing else I'm true to my word I'm true to my word I'm true to my word It's too late I'm sorry Don't believe the stories I can't control what is said I'm here now for what it's worth I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless