Chances

(Chances are 'cause I wear this silly grin)
(The moment you come into view)
(Chances are you think that I'm in love with you)
Why do we do this to ourselves
We do this over and over and over and over again
Round and round we go
Ah,we're all just going round in circles
If one equals one then how comes so much that it hurts you
The worst truth is the fact that this is all actually self-inflicted
You've only got yourself to blame if the whole thing ends in stitches
Still we ride on,and let bygones be bygones
'Cause all we all we want is lo-o-ove
And we chase it like rat race for the papers
So a man stands for his baby
It's a grand slam for the ages
I woke in love again
Who would've thought of heartbroken it would come again
**** it then,might as well get a bun in the oven then
Lonely salvage
It's not like this planet's overcrowded
Or that people should adopt more
Or clock to recreation should of stop for a second
We've got babies having babies for their self more
What are we doing
Yeah,acting as we should
Are we being proper humans
If love's the most powerful energy that exists
How come it only lasts a bit
And then afterwards feels like ****
We sit there and tell ourselves
"Nope! Never again! Love's not for me,I'm going celibate friends!"
And all it bloody takes is a half-decent conversation with the opposite ***
And you're back on the act of mating
Never forsaken,always the top of contemplation
But who can blame us,the whole globe runs off fornication
*** sells,so why are we not all millionaires
I mean,someone's making money,but no one seems to care
Three quarters still asleep,living life within a dream
And working hard for fifty weeks and spending two to think in peace
We're all trapped up in this circle of love
What's found is then lost 'cause one thought it wasn't enough
(Chances are 'cause I wear this silly grin)
(The moment you come into view)
(Chances are you think that I'm in love with you)
Ah,this is all just meant to be
A vicious circle of wishful purposed energy
And eventually we come to the concluded rest in peace that
Love is more about pain than it seems
It's crazy how we do it
I mean,love is all there really is about us humans
We love each other,spiritually consciously coexist
But that same love of ego's left society where it is,so...
The question is can we truly love
Or will love ironically be the end of us soon enough
True love does exist,I believe it to my gut
It just takes two souls to make it to take it through the rough
But,****! I mean easier said than done
This paranoia's a ***** and jealousy's a cunt
And how we think we're ready to share love with someone else
When we can't even love this planet,let alone ourselves
It's like we should take our hearts and put it on a shelf
And just leave that there for you and nobody else
But of course the opposite *** can love each other
We've got fathers,brothers,sons,daughters,sisters and mothers
But husbands and wives
Well that normally ends in trouble
Sweet honeymoon period and then
Click-goes your bubble
You can stay together and in love just like some do
But ask those who aren't and they'll tell you it's a struggle,so...
Are we all destined for cursed marriage
Or is it that nothing comes easy that's worth having
It's up to you what you do with love once you've found it
You can feed it from your soul or let your ego drown it
I stand astounded,have I clapped it here in this rhyme
Love's only relevant to an actual period of time
I sit back and smile through my crooked teeth
I'm done looking for love
I'm gonna let love come look for me
(Chances are 'cause I wear this silly grin)
(The moment you come into view)
(Chances are you think that I'm in love with you)