I thought that I would never be here again
The last one made the promise that it would be the end
Maybe they were right and it just didn't change again
I got the Prada glasses that they all wear
Maybe presentations not more than just being prepared
Like hiding in a pool you'll drown before you veil what's there
I don't believe that it's fantasy,
I won't give what they want from me
And when I get the shot will I know how to take it
Next time
3 days before they asked me to leave
They swore that it was over it's a joke not a theme
They didn't see it coming at least that's what they said to me
Another cycle that somehow has an end
Before it starts all over then it happens again
The fear of losing comfort keeps coming back and back again
I don't believe that it's fantasy,
I won't give what they want from me
And when I get the shot will I know how to take it
Next time
Comfort's here most roads lead to nowhere
I don't believe that it's fantasy,
I won't give what they want from me
And when I get the shot will I know how to take it
Next time