Silent Theory - What Are the Odds (Acoustic)

I didn't need a passing word
I let it go
I let it go
(Go, I let it go)
I gave to you what I deserve
I let it go
I let it go
(Go, I let it go)
Sitting down on the sideline
Seemed fine until I dreamed I
Could beeline my path upon that hill
Deep sense of a decline
And I find that each time I still die
Inside without any hope to heal

What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too?
(Happy too)
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?

Each step is a mishap
To recap each stab to my back was deep
And it bled me out for weeks
If I ever get the feedback
That we lack this trap it's intact
And in fact it kept me in the weeds
Everything we are is going to change
And likely leave a stain
The mask will stay the same
I wish that I could say this was a task that I can handle
But I'm sure the outcome would have been the same

What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too?
(Happy too)
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?
Fucked up too!

Better than I could do
Better than I've done before
And now I want more
Better than I could do
Better than I've done before
And now I want more

What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too?
(Happy too)
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?
Fucked up too!

What are the odds?
(What are the odds?)
What are the odds?
(What are the odds?)
What are the odds that I would be happy?

Written by:
Christopher Dawson, Dakota Jerns, George Swanger, James Beattie, Mitch Swanger, Robert James, Scott Swanger

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