| Everyday is the same. |
| Nothing changes. |
| Just the names and faces, |
| And, situations. |
| Who made up the rules, |
| That we follow? |
| Who’s the chosen fool, |
| And the fallen? |
| I’m betting my life, |
| That it all rewinds, and erases. |
| Do I have the right, |
| To receive God, eternal graces? |
| I know, I may sound disturbed, |
| I know… |
| But I have this feeling that, |
| None of this matters. |
| I know, I may sound disturbed, |
| I know… |
| But I keep on thinking that, |
| Accidents happen. |
| Prophecies that show, |
| Life’s worth living. |
| The tragedies we know. |
| Unforgiving. |
| How long must I wait, |
| To be happy? |
| Is it fate or faith, |
| That will save me? |
| I’m betting my life, |
| That it all rewinds, and erases. |
| Do I have the right, |
| To receive God, eternal graces? |
| I know, I may sound disturbed, |
| I know… |
| But I have this feeling that, |
| None of this matters. |
| I know, I may sound disturbed, |
| I know… |
| But I keep on thinking that, |
| Accidents happen. |
| I know, I may sound disturbed. |
| But I have this feeling that, |
| None of this matters. |
| I know, I may sound disturbed. |
| But I have this feeling that, |
| None of this matters. |
| I know… |
| I may sound disturbed. |
| But I keep on thinking that, |
| Accidents happen. |