We try not to hold, but its so hard to let go,
looking for a way out, or a reason to think differently,
whether its on your shoulders or not,
theres always somebody else to blame.
broken is how we feel when we find out the truth,
things don't always work out the easy way,
poring everything we have into something special,
earning a last place finish.
why do we try knowing failure is the potential,
if everything worked perfect, would we do it?
life's an adventure, and nobody knows whats in store,
bad comes from good, good comes from bad.
doors are easily shut, but are sometimes opened unexpectedly,
its like things that make no sense, make the most sense in the world,
who would have thought that was a possibility,
there has to be a higher power because who else thinks this stuff up.
unpredictable things fly in from everywhere,
some people let them fall, others embrace,
life is an unwritten story, and we have control,
we aren't made to do anything; anything but choose.
