Broken Record - Horror Show

When awake we pray for sleep

Can’t stand to feel another day

Hours drain, inebriate

The clock spins sober

Time shows us we’ve

Had our turn, missed our chance

We’ll never learn

There’s something telling me We didn’t do it right (again)

Time stands still, we Can’t proceed even if we wanted to With a chance to start again

Would we change even if we knew

That lifes a broken record

Haunting all of us Reminding you of what

You did and what

You couldve done

What we should’ve been

And what we could’ve seen

Then why are we here

Reality, the truth of this is Almost way too blunt

We only had one shot at this

And I guess we fucked it up