If life is like a movie, well, I think you should know,
that mine is not some funny picture show,
my script is filled with sadness, my plot is full of woe,
and tears will fall before the credits roll,
tragedy, disaster, darkness, and despair,
will I survive, do you even care,
directed by your heartbeat, produced by your cold stare,
in the end there's only disrepair,
It's hard to say there's better days behind,
if all I've got is nothing to rewind,
and it's hard to say there's better days ahead,
'cause I feel stuck, stuck on pause instead,
The critics say it's awful, but they don't know the half,
if only they could live through my own past,
I'm begging for a rewrite and a brand new cast,
'cause in the end I always finish last,
tragedy, disaster, darkness, and despair,
I guess no one said that life was fair,
written by rejection, because you're always there,
sitting in your director's chair,
It's hard to say there's better days behind,
when all I've got is nothing to rewind,
and it's hard to say there's better days ahead,
'cause I feel stuck, stuck on pause instead,
It's hard to say there's better days behind,
'cause all I've got is nothing to rewind,
and it's hard to say there's better days ahead,
so I just think that I'll hit stop instead,
oh, I just think I'll hit stop...instead...
