Hope

My luck's run out
And these words I live by
I live by
Please don't tell me it's for the best
Secrets of the dead

Sitting here with a chip on my shoulder
And I can't seem to shake it off
Dear me
You dug yourself into a hole
And I don't have a god to pray to

Being so sorry that you cry
It means nothing till you die
And every single waking moment
It kills you
I'm flying solo, it's so bad
This plane is diving oh so fast
Please don't tell me it's for the best

Sitting here with a chip on my shoulder
And I can't seem to shake it off
Dear me
You dug yourself into a hole
And I don't have a god to pray to

Then it begins to rain
It's filling my grave fast
But when the night time clears
I'll swim my own way out
Swim my own way out



Credits
Writer(s): Rogelio Castaneda
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