Well you're in control and I know it
'Cause I'm miserable again
I don't understand how any of this
You know I always run to you
For some help with my life
You know I always come to you
Okay, so I'm exaggerating,
I'm just saying that's how it seems to me
If all good things come to an end,
Am I cursed to never see the fruits
Of the life I wish I had?
And can I try, one more time,
My futile efforts never seem
To make my wish come true
I'll follow through with all these claims
Is one I promise to break
But when I have you by my side
Then I can do what's right
And you control this flight
Then everything will be alright
A reminder of how I intend my life to be
Is an anthem against my own hypocrisy?