Could it be...

It is possible that I came at this wrong...
Started to early, wanted too much.
I couldn't be everything expected all at once.
I've failed in promising it as so.
Perfection only to have been perfected so long ago
With such an innocence face,
Something resembling what could not have been seen as perfect.
All that matters in the end is to see the victory.
To know that we have come back on top.
To know that we have survived the climb.
I'm hoping for restoration.
To be revived and made anew.
Though I had a hand in this. I still blame you.
Let me down, I've done you worse...
Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in my bed
The night's hard to get through...
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.