What makes me think that, it'll all work out in the end?
Afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long
Is this helping? I'm growing weaker each day
Can't stop whining, still afraid of what I might say
or reactions, that control us one and all
So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again
Seems I trusted another deceitful friend
My fault, I should've known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing, what's the next card?
I'm surely foldin