Why is it always my fault?  Why is it always my big dreams in the way?    The coffee spilled over this letter  Means I'll write it over again  Until I think it's good enough for you.    And the words that I'll erase   Are the ones I need to say   To let you know that I'm still fighting.    And I will say that you were right  If you'll admit that you still think of me.    But why is it always my fault?  Why is it always my big dreams in the way?  Why is it always so far from what you hear to what I try to say?    Guess the reason that I kept you guessing  Was that I didn't know myself  And I scared myself like you scared me.    And the miles between us now  Are the reason I don't know how  To talk to you and I'm afraid I never will.    And I will say that you were right  If you'll admit that you still think of me.    But why is it always my fault?  Why is it always my big dreams in the way?  Why is it always so far from what you hear to what I try to say?    4 A.M. and I can't put this pen to paper,  You can call this failing if you can call my life a test  4 A.M. and I can't finish what I started,  You can call me a filaure because you know I learned it from the best.    Why is it always my fault?  Why is it always my big dreams in the way?  Why is it always so far from what you hear to what I try to say?