How many times have I slipped up in my choosing? Cracked my head open, wore the purple proof Heart.

How many times I slipped up in my choosing Cracked my head open, wore the purple proof Heart torn in two by every leaving All the roads ahead just disappeared from view Chorus Yeah, I scraped my knees on granite Washed my face in blood at sunrise But this is my road, these are my mistakes And I'm the one who answers for them Someone else's truth is like someone else's shoes They fit them fine, but they never fit me right I'd rather collect my own lumps and bruises Than live my life by someone else's design Verse 2 Crawled on all fours, went walking in circles Changed direction, fell down, got back up again Every scar I carry on my body or my soul Marks a place where I remained myself Now I walk steadier, but not quieter Carry the weight of my own decisions And I understand: pain is the teacher Not a reason to question Outro The road is yours when you're your own master Even with mud and blood upon your hands Mistakes don't make us weaker, they make us older When we don't hide them, when we remember -------.----------- Song in English Language. Песня, Стихотворение. Композитор. Музыка. Продюсер Григорий Буртаев 2025 Song, poem, music, composer, translator, producer Grigoriy Burtayev. 2025 -------    • How many times have I slipped up in my cho...