People ask me where I want to be in 5 years, but in 18 months it seems a lot can happen,
It always comes down to circumstances, out of reach of my control,
My life gets steady and it starts to feel good, but at a moment’s notice, down it all comes crashing,
But this time I won’t sit and take the blows – I’ll make a change or walk away; it’s time to go…
I’d started to wonder if it was all in my head, or was it really always me sold down the river,
Drinking my way through a long weekend, the same questions every night,
Everybody keeps saying I should write it all off - just another one of life’s little complications,
It must be such a luxury to see my mind in black and white, in plain sight, but at least I recognise…
I’ve got two choices – I can either go to ground, or show them what I’ve got,
Too long I’ve seen the world passing through my sights – this time I’ll take the shot,
There’s really no need to wait – if I want I can have the world on a plate,
Have rage, will travel now…
It hits me like a hammer when you give me bad news, but with time to reflect I’d rather fall down laughing,
I’m trying not to let them faze me; they’re not going to hurt me anymore,
I don’t want sympathy and I don’t need their support, ‘cus if the tables turned around they won’t get any from me,
Everybody gets theirs in the end, and it all boils down to this…
I’ve got two choices – I can either go to ground, or show them what I’ve got,
Too long I’ve seen the world passing through my sights – this time I’ll take the shot,
There’s really no need to wait – if I want I can have the world on a plate,
Have rage, will travel now…