Texty písní Better Luck Next Time

Better Luck Next Time

Broken Silence

It’s quarter past 3

and anxiety’s got me

trapped between reality

and all my thoughts that consume me

And I can’t scrape by;

it feels like my head’s on a high

Will this ever pass me by?

So open up your eyes to your reality

You’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be

Open up your eyes, this is reality,

and you’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be

And why does it hurt to see you cry?

You’re taking me back to what I know so don’t leave me all alone

Another day goes by;

I’m sure I’ll find the time

to make sense of all this pain

and how’s it’s driving me insane

Gazing out my window,

will I see the sun tomorrow,

or a pigment of a thousand pictures I can’t understand?

So open up your eyes to your reality

You’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be

Open up your eyes, this is reality,

and you’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be

And why does it hurt to see you cry?

You’re taking me back to what I know as you left me all alone