Huge questions cloud my mind,
They're all about this thing called "life".
When I'm all alone,
I sit and think,
And think and think.
What does it mean?

People say there are second chances,
But how come I just don't seem to see them myself?
It seems like I'm the one who gives
You chances and chances
And chances again.

But how come when I take a wrong turn,
I can never go back the right way again?
I steer so hard with all my might,
But I can never see the light.

All I know is that I am
Approaching the edge of a dangerous cliff.
I know I am about to
Fall.

I still believe in miracles,
I put in all my efforts,
I do all I can,
I visualise,
I actualise,
And then I pray.
But I never get what I want to get.

Maybe I just need to be patient,
With myself and with the rest of the world.
Maybe I need to triple my efforts.
So when I fall again,
I'll still be quite safe.

Oh why, oh why, oh why?
I'm working so hard to rise again.
But maybe one day,
I would.

Now this question comes back to my head,
Is it too late to start again?
If it really isn't,
Then I will fight on.
To rise again from my serious fall.

I'll start from zero,
All again.