We Came As Romans

I don't sleep at night,
I don't sleep at night.
I just lay and think.
About if everything went just how I've planned,
And how nothing is going how I've planned.
I'm bed down to the bed I've made,
The one that I said that I had left.
I shouldn't speak before I know,
I've built and rebuilt the bed I lay in.
But I always end up restless in the same place.
I don't sleep at night,
And I don't know what to think,
About the life I've made for myself.
Or have I created my own hell?
Did I set myself up to fail?
Tried to take care of everyone else.
Neglected taking care of myself.
How can I take care of anyone else?
The one thing I wanted most.
Was lost because of my own.
My own irresponsibility.