Isn't it peculiar, what I've done
Billions of other people, yet I only think of one
You cross my mind anytime
I'm reminded of the things you used to do
And it's a cruel state of mind
To let my thoughts free like the deaf leading the blind
If I could only spend my days alone
Full-circle, like Sisyphus' stone
Isn't it familiar once again?
Always disconnected and the headlines make no sense
An endless cycle of regret
To know I've been replaced with someone else
And it's a cruel state of mind
To let my thoughts free like the deaf leading the blind
If I could only learn to see this through
Surrendering my time for something new
Finally giving in
I only came to win but luck is never on my side
Finally taking hold
My story's not yet told if I've been swept out by the tide
Something's got to give
I need redemption if it is the last thing that I do
But nothing comes to mind
I'll leave it all behind unless it leads me back to you
Something's got to give
I need redemption if it is the last thing that I do
Something's got to give
I need redemption if it is the last thing that I do
Something's got to give
I need redemption if it is the last thing that I do
Something's got to give
I need redemption if it is the last thing that I do