I’ve said it a million times
“It’s over” or “It will not work out”
The words play in a loop
When things aren’t handed to me
On a silver platter for my view
Is this one of the times
Where by a stroke of luck
My pessimism is misplaced?
Where by a stroke of luck
My wrongs will be turned into rights?
Waiting with my head in the sand
If he wants me, he can dig me out