What Are the Odds

I didn't need a passing word
I let it go, I let it go (go, I let it go)
I gave to you what I deserve
I let it go, I let it go (go, I let it go)

Sitting down on the sideline
Seemed fine until I dreamed I could beeline my path upon that hill
Deep sense of a decline
And I find that each time I still die inside without any hope to heal

What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too? (Happy too)
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?

Each step is a mishap to recap
Each stab to my back was deep and it bled me out for weeks
If I ever get the feedback that we lack
This trap was intact and in fact it kept me in the weeds

Everything we are is gonna change
And likely leave a stain
The mask will stay the same
I wish that I could say this was a task that I can handle
But I'm sure the outcome would have been the same

What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too? (Happy too)
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too? (Fucked up too!)

Each step is a mishap to recap
Each stab to my back was deep and it bled me out for weeks

Better than I could do
Better than I've done before
And now I want more
Better than I could do
Better than I've done before
And now I want more

What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too? (Happy too)
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?
(Fucked up too!)

What are the odds? (What are the odds?)
What are the odds? (What are the odds?)
What are the odds that I would be happy?



Credits
Writer(s): James Michael Beattie, Christopher Louis Dawson
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