predictable

Predictable

By: Nick Workman

 

We live in a world obsessed with second chances.

Everybody forgiven without taking other glances.

There could be a better option

If eyes were just opened

High school’s over but we’re attending the same dances.

 

Win some, lose some

This is how we have fun

Yesterday is away

But you still grip the gun

 

One time f*****g up is all it should take.

If only you were enlightened about your mistake.

Something else could have been

I can’t really tell you when

But someday you’ll realize second chances  are fake.

 

Win some, lose some

This is how we have fun

Yesterday is away

But you still grip the gun

 

Nothing will ever be the way you were used to it.

But you can’t be blamed for your feelings, just do it.

You’ll learn it all quick enough

Fighting feelings; s**t is tough

Think about what you could’ve had though, you blew it.

 

Win some, lose some

This is how we have fun

Yesterday is away

But you still grip the gun

 

One more time just to see if you’re wrong.

But you wind up getting hurt well before long.

It’s a brutal disease

A very painful tease

This sickness will assure that you don’t belong.