You think I should believe in something?
Well I do,
I do believe.
I believe sometimes it’s better,
Better not to believe.
Well, here comes another fairytale,
With another happy ending.
And there goes another broken heart,
Shattered dreams in need of mending.
I see your busy once again, busy kissing frogs.
Looking for your Mr. Right somewhere up in the clouds.
And just when you think you’ve found your prince,
And you’re right where you belong,
You look around, what have you found?
Your picket fence is crumbling down.
And you realize all along,
You’ve been playing house for seven years,
with just another Mr. Wrong.
Fantasy and reality, in your head collide.
False hopes and make believe are soothing to the mind.
They help you set your sights up high, on that carrot in the sky.
So busy reaching for that ever elusive prize,
You won’t even notice the real deal when it passes you on by.
When delusions are the inspiration,
For what you want to be,
Then, I do believe it’s better,
Better not to believe.
Well, here comes another master,
With another master plan.
Telling you just what you should do,
If you know what’s good for you.
I see your busy once again, busy running scared.
Buying into fallacies, hoping for your just rewards.
And when you think you’ve found salvation,
And your sin of being human is forgiven,
Your weary eyes, start to recognize,
The halo’s just pretend.
You feel despair set in.
You’ve nothing left to sacrifice,
yet there’s still no peace within.
Fantasy and reality, in your head collide.
Power games and brainwashing, make for a heavy ride.
Ingrained fears and robotic years help you live a lie.
So busy playing by their rules, you let them run your life.
You’ve forsaken all that you once were,
in the name of perceived right.
When guilt and fear are the foundation,
For all that you conceive,
Then, I do believe it’s better,
Better not to believe.
Well, here comes another critic,
Jury and executioner in tow.
And there goes some condemnation,
Flip the switch, enjoy the show.
I see your busy once again, busy standing tall.
Feeling proud, looking down. Think you’re better than them all.
And just when you’re feeling so vindicated,
So eager to make the guilty pay,
You catch a glimpse, of the apocalypse,
In the reflection of your eyes.
And you have to look away,
You don’t want to see the sin, that lies within,
your hypocritical display.
Fantasy and reality, in your head collide.
The divide between black and white can be a fine hairline.
Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Who told you to decide?
Your self-appointed righteousness only renders you blind.
You’ve become one of them. There’s no honor in foolish pride.
When judgment and retaliation,
Won’t allow forgiveness or reprieve,
Then, I do believe it’s better,
Better not to believe.
You think I should believe in something?
Well I do,
I do believe.
I believe sometimes it’s better,
Better not to believe.
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Jet – Come On Come On
Samantha Mariah Jane 