#1
What have I done.
Opportunity on a golden platter
and i left it to rust in my decadent bedroom.
Girls ask "what's that for?"
Oh, that's just someone I used to be,
don't worry about it.
We've made it this far,
but we still haven't gone anywhere.

All these things I have to say
don't mean anything
without someone to listen.
Well I have someone to listen
but these words aren't worth her time.
Or mine for that matter.
Still trying to prove I'm better
than I will ever be.

That's how it goes when you play with fire
and forget where you put your lighter.
#2
The second stanza is extremely weak in it's declarative delivery, like you gave up writing a piece and just started exclaiming, "No, seriously guys, this bitch sucks." It almost completely derails everything.

Is "decadent bathroom" really the phrase you're looking for? Unless the faucet is a beer tap and you're growing weed in the toilet then I don't understand the meaning of that.

The last line is coy enough, I suppose. Strong enough to make up for some weak spots.
Poor advice.