To spite me, the world doesn't end So shit, here we go again Round and round, like a carousel Not admitted to Heaven, I'll get cozy in Hell Shit didn't work out again, it is what it is I'll just keep on rolling that boulder up the hill I'll try again tomorrow if today it makes no sense And if I fail, I'll try again and again Not really a choice, gotta do what you gotta do Keep pushing forward, there's nothing to prove Only prove to yourself that this world can't beat you down If life steals my gold, I'll wear a paper crown The world doesn't end (So here I go again) I'm starting from scratch (Won't break, won't bend) And though back is crooked And my feet give in I'll drag my soul forward Until I win I'll drag my soul forward Until I win Shit's pissing me off—but nobody cares Just a lonely soul—my sadness expands And I wanna laugh—though closer to crying But what will it do—to keep on denying? (S.O.S.!) I'm sending a signal I try to confess, but trip over my feet (S.O.S.!) Can you hear my signal? Tomorrow—will keep going, today—admitting defeat (Yeah, this life's shit) Not really a choice, gotta do what you gotta do Keep pushing forward, there's nothing to prove Only prove to yourself that this world can't beat you down If life steals my gold, I'll wear a paper crown The world doesn't end (So here I go again) I'm starting from scratch (Won't break, won't bend) And though back is crooked And my feet give in I drag my soul forward Until I win The world doesn't end (So here I go again) I'm starting from scratch (Won't break, won't bend) And though back is crooked And my feet give in I drag my soul forward Until I win My feet are weary, my soul is tired My heart that had loved got no alibi I guess it's confusion, I try and I try... But all that comes out are sad lullabies The world doesn't end (So here I go again) I'm starting from scratch (Won't break, won't bend) And though back is crooked And my feet give in I drag my soul forward Until I win The world doesn't end (So here I go again) I'm starting from scratch (Won't break, won't bend) And though back is crooked And my feet give in I drag my soul forward Until I win (Yeah, I'll win... Tomorrow for sure... Not today. Ha ha)