Do we often drop into present
from a harmful state of mind?
Why do we always fall from perfection
into vanity of everyday life?
When we drown in rejection,
do we stop to take a moment
or we fast-forward and cover it up with lies?
If all my chances for second chances are gone,
they’ve proved me right.
It takes a fool to think that he’s alone
while looking at the speeding headlights.
We are the letters of the word
in the crossword of hopeless dreams.
If all my chances were yours, would you care for them too
or would you use them out of fright?
And if they paralyzed me or petrified me,
would you say I’m killing the fight?
We are the letters of a word
in a crossword of hopeless dreams.