Life is singing me tunes, but I don't know how to dance. No, I never did.
Hope was calling my name, but I never took a stand. No, I always hid.
Shame has a way of keeping me in bed all d*** day,
So either way, I can't say enough about my lack of luck.
I don't want to get "better".
Could you place your bets on someone else?
No, we'll never be even,
Cause my odds no me too well.
Got the sad soul of a sinner. The gold heart of a saint.
I'm caught in the middle, where two sides of the same coin share a same fate.
Like a promise made, to bend and mend, and bend again,
until I finally break.
Bliss was telling me lies, so I never did a thing. No, I never did.
Faith was always at bay, but I never took a leap. But I wish I did.
Doubt figured out that keeping me down is a breeze now,
So anyhow... I can't say enough about my vengeful luck.
I don't want to get "better".
Could you place your bets on someone else?
No, we'll never be even,
Cause my odds no me too well.
Got the sad soul of a sinner. The gold heart of a saint.
I'm caught in the middle, where two sides of the same coin share a same fate.
Like a promise made, to bend and mend, and bend again,
until I finally break.
Well, I found out it's not working out for me.
A battle lost is a battle won for someone, somewhere.
We're all waging wars, but I'm a raging storm inside,
and I don't know how much of me will make it out alive.
I've got the sick, sad soul of a sinner.
I've got this pure, gold heart of a saint.
I'm caught here, in the middle, where two sides of the same share a same fate.
Hope was calling my name, but I never took a stand. No, I always hid.
Shame has a way of keeping me in bed all d*** day,
So either way, I can't say enough about my lack of luck.
I don't want to get "better".
Could you place your bets on someone else?
No, we'll never be even,
Cause my odds no me too well.
Got the sad soul of a sinner. The gold heart of a saint.
I'm caught in the middle, where two sides of the same coin share a same fate.
Like a promise made, to bend and mend, and bend again,
until I finally break.
Bliss was telling me lies, so I never did a thing. No, I never did.
Faith was always at bay, but I never took a leap. But I wish I did.
Doubt figured out that keeping me down is a breeze now,
So anyhow... I can't say enough about my vengeful luck.
I don't want to get "better".
Could you place your bets on someone else?
No, we'll never be even,
Cause my odds no me too well.
Got the sad soul of a sinner. The gold heart of a saint.
I'm caught in the middle, where two sides of the same coin share a same fate.
Like a promise made, to bend and mend, and bend again,
until I finally break.
Well, I found out it's not working out for me.
A battle lost is a battle won for someone, somewhere.
We're all waging wars, but I'm a raging storm inside,
and I don't know how much of me will make it out alive.
I've got the sick, sad soul of a sinner.
I've got this pure, gold heart of a saint.
I'm caught here, in the middle, where two sides of the same share a same fate.