Текст песни Crooked Lines - Cristóvam

I was only looking for trouble
Walking in crooked lines
Trying to keep my head off the bubble
Where it passes all of its time
It was sad and foolish to lie to you
And I hate myself for that
Nothing kills me more than to see you blue
If I could only take it back

I'm sorry
I tried
But I ended up twisting the knife
I worry
I might
Have gone darker than the night

You were like those flowers on the mountains
Always turning on the breeze
So strong but still yet so fragile
See, I never meant to leave
Heard the voices whisper inside of my head
Telling me to go
How could it be that it didn't feel bad?
I'll probably never know

I'm sorry
I tried
But I ended up twisting the knife
I worry
I might
Have gone darker than the night
I'm sorry
I tried
But I ended up twisting the knife
I worry
I might
Have gone darker than the night

Who am I now that it's over?
What was I before it began?