You cannot bear the merest thought That you might fail at what you do So you avoid your own success You're so in love with your mistakes You shy in fear from your desire You do not exercise your skills You do the things that keep you poor You're so in love with your mistakes You're scared of all the good in you It's so much easier to cry You flaunt your scars and beg for more You're so in love with your mistakes But that's okay, we understand You're not alone; we do it too