Untitled Song 2

If I should blow it chances I’m losin’
What we are doin’ to ourselves
We’re building up the problem
Curtains are fallin’
Suddenly I’m crawlin’ from the ash

What should I do if I can’t see my way out?
(Then you’ll run around again)
When we wake up to ourselves
What’s left of ourselves
Before we have to face
The cruelest days are almost over now

Walkin’ when you have no sense of direction
What’s the sense in spinnin’ around again?
Round and round and round and round
Round and round and round and round
Round and round and round and round again

So go back to guessing seems so depressing
It’s not a blеssing or a curse
Bitter as an ocean going through thе motions
Drowning in a barrel full of lies

What should I do if I can’t see my way out?
(Then you’ll run around again)
When we wake up to ourselves
What’s left of ourselves
Before we have to face
The cruelest days are comin’ to an end

Why bend when you can’t believe
What they told you?
‘Cause it sounded good and made
You feel so sick
Sick enough to think we were mistaken
Sick enough to think we were mistaken