If everything happens for a reason

And life is written in the stars

From the changing of the seasons

To the red eyed glance from Mars

Why don’t we learn from the mistakes?

Why is the pain always fresh?

Why do we go through the heartache

And still demand a pound of flesh?

It’s true in time you realise

It’s all a grand facade, my friend

The facts you learn are built on lies

And your pain it never ends.