Life never stays perfect for long
Little things happen and cause big reactions
Something you’re supposed to say was forgotten to be spoken
And so life gets messed up in places where you thought it could never be broken

Life is kind of like the forgotten road-you never know where it is leading
Is part of the road gone or is there something you’re not seeing?
What about if disaster strikes, but you don’t know from where it came
You don’t know where you’re going, you don’t know from where you’re leaving

If I’m true or false it’s impossible to say, but you know how things get messed up every single day
So life, the winding road, never stays perfect for long
Something always happens that breaks what’s breaking your fall
But maybe that’s what makes life great-getting up only to keep on falling