Somewhere there’s a reason why things don’t go my way.
Somewhere there’s a reason that I cannot explain.
Just like the change of season just may not be my turn.
But I know there’s a reason the lesson’s mine to learn.
Maybe I don’t like it, but I have no choice
I know that somewhere, someone hears my voice
I hearby declare Mr. Mustaine the best poet that ever lived. No doubt.