RSR
We reunite our options, weigh them in and choose.
Then we keep on going with what we chose, uncertain of anything
we’ll try and try and try to win or just secretly hope we’ll fail
or get sick and quit and tell everyone we did the best we could.
Uncertainty, it haunts us, it’s the only thing we have.
We hate it and at the same time we rely on it. I rather be uncertain than knowing i was wrong.
Luck doesn’t exist for us.
Either way we’re fucked.
