Maybe in my next life
Everything wont be so wrong.
I won�t be so wrong.
I won�t have this temper
That flies and stings maliciously
Whipping words against those I love
And is strong enough to tear down a mountain.
Maybe in my next life
I won�t be quite so useless
Empty and without talent
And vacant of meaning.
Average as my test scores
And about half as interesting
As a plain shelf in a burned down store.
Maybe in my next life
I wont be such a bad person
And I won�t hold knives to my wrist
Or pray to God to let me die.
And I won�t make my loved ones cry
And I just won�t be ME.
Yeah. Maybe in my next life.