Everything as Planned 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 tied down to the bed I've made
The one I've said that I have 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
Do I get as many chances as it takes?
Or have I not earned them?
Or have I not earned them?