Why does it always have to be love
and the heartache of a lonely girl
that unintentionally builds the song
she'd started singing about the world
about wars with no end
a hundred men lying dead
their blood in the streets
and a man who's no king
with the fake crown he's wearing
justifying their misery
its back to
the spider web
that holds her still in her self
she can't see beyond the little things
to comprehend
It's not always about the fate that one is dealt
the worlds a bigger place
than that
even in her sleep you'll see her sing
a sweet melody behind closed eyes
always filled with tales of love or lust
the darker story refused to comply
the one about God
how His followers lost
to paranoia and self importance
and those who look down
from the "highest ground"
cannot see there's something above them
but its back to
the spider web
that holds her still in her self
she can't see beyond the little things
to comprehend
It's not always about the fate that one is dealt
the worlds a bigger place
than that
i'm back to
the spider web
that holds me still in my self
i can't see beyond the little things
to comprehend
it's not always about the fate that i am dealt
the worlds a bigger place
than that
my worlds a bigger place than that
