The broken times Self-confidence must be It's obviously Selfish to preserve Selfish to pursue I guess it's the proper way To go on to loving Begin with nothing Begin with nothing Begin with nothing And so here's the state That love's left me in In the estate of the redhead And what does it mean She don't need the proof Of my failures Or all the nights When I earned my failure And I suppose I've not been rejected And I suppose We've not been a failure And I suppose That we're proof of it