Tell me who gave fate the right to decide!

The prayers are sent in droves

But it feels like God has fallen behind

Tell me who gave fate the right to decide!

And tell me why I should even try

Because I can't change your mind

I can’t hold you up

When you won't admit you're stuck

Still so much left to lose;

The time’s come for you to choose

I'm fucking sick of second best

I know I'm not worth it!

Tried to hold you up

Did you even give a fuck?

I'm losing you

And though I'm prepared as I could be

I'm still not ready for you to leave

There is nothing I can do

Nothing... and I'm losing you

Tell me who gave fate the right to decide!

The prayers are sent in droves

But I see now, you don't care to try

Continue to test my patience

Continue to push and pull

Continue to choose a substance

Don’t stop till your casket’s full

I'm fucking sick of second best

So fucking sick of second best