My life has been quite good;
Everything's been working like everything should.
I've made a brand new friend,
And I think we'll stick til the end.
A part of me remembers,
A part of me still knows,
That even though I'm happy,
It's not a different road.
The past will just repeat itself,
Is what I often fear.
This isn't my intention, though,
"Or is it?" I hear.
Well, if it does, I'll think once more
Of all the days that I abhorr,
And promptly remember that it's not the end;
My life will become good again.
