Turns the other way
Every time I think that everything’s ok
It just turns the other way
Good things turn into bad
Bad into good
Confused all the time
Not knowing what to do
Doubting the one that you’re sacrificing so much for
Doubting if he would be the one to open your door
People talk they always do
Even if you’re locked up in your house and you don’t do anything wrong
They make up some stories that you’d wish to be far gone
Haters hate, talkers talk
No matter what you do they won’t stop
So then I should stop worrying
Shouldn’t I?
Well I should, but I can’t
Because just like I said before:
Every time I think everything’s ok it just turns the other way