𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 ( 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 )

Alley Of Doom

1ST VERSE:

tell me, will things ever be the same?

is it true, everything's bound to change?

i know rome wasn't built in a day

tell me, am i a faltering mistake?

i feel no comfort nor reassurance

that it'll all be stable and fine 

can't shit stay still for once?

oh, someone tell me why

it's something so faint and distant

even i fail to give it all a listen

 eventually minutes swerve into hours

 and 24 of those add up to a single day

after a single day, there's seven more to come

damn, does it ever stop?

CHORUS:

you can't solve a cold case, unless you investigate

 the evidence is there, but it's something you rather not know

 just like the words shot across down the alley of doom

it's all message we refuse to convey and choose to loathe

we shouldn't fear change, but should we praise it?

POST-CHORUS:

what if i don't like who i've become?

 or what if i like it too much?

 what if they don't and the love turns into hate?

 it's still me, but is that something they'd fail to see? 

oh my, tell me what is happening-

2ND VERSE:

don't get me wrong

i'm not trying to complain

change isn't all that bad, right?

sometimes we can't witness the same miracle twice

this life comes with sacrifice,

but i guess they forgot to say so in the manual

how fraught and vauge.

ain't it something they ought to say?

INTERLUDE:

in an warped, estranged way, it's not all a mistake . . . or is it?

CHORUS:

you can't solve a cold case, unless you investigate

the evidence is there, but it's something you rather not know

just like the words shot across down the alley of doom

it's all message we refuse to convey and choose to loathe

we shouldn't fear change, but should we praise it?

POST-CHORUS:

what if i don't like who i've become?

or what if i like it too much?

what if they don't and the love turns into hate?

it's still me, but is that something they'd fail to see?

oh my, tell me what is happening-

BRIDGE:

it's going to take some getting used to

 i think the landline got cut off

leave a message at the tone, please do

i wonder if the change will be worth the wait

 will it be more than i could take?

 is it something i've chosen to ignore?

 will anything ever be enough?

 when will it become into something more?

CHORUS:

you can't solve a cold case, unless you investigate

the evidence is there, but it's something you rather not know

just like the words shot across down the alley of doom

it's all message we refuse to convey and choose to loathe

we shouldn't fear change, but should we praise it?

POST-CHORUS:

what if i don't like who i've become?

or what if i like it too much?

what if they don't and the love turns into hate?

it's still me, but is that something they'd fail to see?

oh my, tell me what is happening-

OUTRO:

i asked who am i

 do you know, do i? 

at this point, is it even worth keeping score?

i guess only time will tell, won't it?