All New Engine

This decision is like running in circlesIt makes no sense; it's like talking stupidThe decisions that you make so plain to see it's obviousPredictable, yet nonetheless I keep on breathingYou wake up and get out of bed you're in shamblesYou're tumbling back as the story unravelsAnd every time you say none of this makes sense to meIn a world that all seems make-believeIs there any hope for me?Is there anyone out there worth trusting?And I feel the same a feeble attempt just to clear the fenceThat I have around meFrom here on out its blue skies and miles of new car scentThis feeling is dumbfoundingAnd I'll feel this way againProbability nine out of tenAnd if this reoccurs I'll have a friend to help me keep on breathingEvery time that you fade awayI'll try my best to keep straight faithThis marks the dawn of a new dayIn all surroundings