1, 2, 3, 4, back to square 1.
5, 6, 7, 8,
9, 10, 11… back to square 1.
1, 2, 3… back to square 1.
We loop the loop and doop a doop
Back to the one, one and done, I’m so done with this
I hate square 1.
28 years and square 1, always there, like a dog on a leash, a God with a spurnful, awful way
Who am I to say?
Fuck this shit, I’m sick of it
I hate what this world has done to me
I’m so fucking lost on my way
What is going on, what exactly is it
Why does it always end up exactly the same way
Who am I to say
Back to square one.
Buckle my shoe
Shut the door
Door #1, 2, 3 and 4
All blasted back
On my back
To start over again.
What a mean, cruel ploy
This God of mine has played on my life
This is hell.
There is no learning here
I have gained nothing.
My heart hurts with the ruins of my life
Sitting in a pile of ashes in my hands
All to have them blown away, given a false hope
And blasted back down with a shotgun.
I know one day
I will be free
And so even if this world cannot give me
Something happy in this life
Something… anything… ever…
Then I will put my hope in the life above
The one that will start
When this life is over.
Square one to cloud 9 would be fine.