Luck of the Draw

Take me back
To the end of this line
For rations I
Deserve at this time

To fill my lungs
With breath that ain't mine
To say I am something I am not
That ain't kind

A secret
Is better left kept
At least, that's what you believe
And mindlessly accept

Steal from the girl
When she's gone to bed
And when you look back you'll find
Nothing left

I took the high road
And you took the low one
And I'm never goin' that way again
Again

Mother
What have I done
To deserve this life
And the chances I've won?

I guess
I should leave before they close the door
Before me, a window
Through which I have explored the world already
I'm ready
'Least, that's what I'll say
I'm not afraid
But I'm so afraid
I'm so afraid

It's the luck of the draw
How you play your own hand
At least that's what my dad has said since first
I tried to stand

I took the high road
And you took the low one
And I'm never goin' that way again
Again