Was it karma? I think so.
Was it God? No, just a prick with nothing better to do, but God does work in strange ways.
It's the energy. It's the thoughts that linger in gray space. It's the tip of the iceburg apathy that sinks the ship.
It's ignoring the sickness til the virus spreads to everything you hold dear.
When tragedy strikes, who gets you to come undone?
What makes the temporary inconvenience bearable?
I wished it was me until I realized it never could be.
You let her own your ego and give yourself to ghosts to negate your responsibility.
It feels good to hurt me. It's ecstasy to ruin what you always wanted to.
Was it God? No, just a prick with nothing better to do, but God does work in strange ways.
It's the energy. It's the thoughts that linger in gray space. It's the tip of the iceburg apathy that sinks the ship.
It's ignoring the sickness til the virus spreads to everything you hold dear.
When tragedy strikes, who gets you to come undone?
What makes the temporary inconvenience bearable?
I wished it was me until I realized it never could be.
You let her own your ego and give yourself to ghosts to negate your responsibility.
It feels good to hurt me. It's ecstasy to ruin what you always wanted to.