When awake we pray for sleep,
Can't stand to feel another day.
Hours drain, inebriate,
The clock spins sober.
Time shows us we've
Had our turn, missed our chance,
We'll never learn.
There's something telling me,
We didn't do it right. (Again)
Time stands still, we
Can't proceed even if we wanted to.
With a chance to start again,
Would we change even if we knew?
That life's a broken record,
Haunting all of us.
Reminding you of what you did and what
You could've done.
What we should've been
And what we could've seen.
Then why are we here?
Reality, the truth of this is almost way too blunt.
We only had one shot at this and I guess we fucked it up
