Unscripted
Do we live according to a pre-written plan? Is there a writer who keeps messing with our scripts? We never really know what life has in hand So we play the cards we’re dealt and hope we don’t slip Hard decisions plague our routines everyday And we see people come in and out of our lives at will Some we get close to and love and they leave anyway When we question it, sometimes the answers make us ill We look for friendship, compassion and above all loyalty Particularly when things go wrong and we can’t thrive And we’re treated like crap by wannabe royalty We end up feeling like bad luck rules our lives Funny thing is, we’re the only people who can control it all Our fate can only be decided by the futures we want to see We are the writers of our own stories, we decide if we rise or fall It’s up to us to choose our fate, and write our unscripted destiny