Intro:
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
(Whispered: “Anything’s possible… or so they say…”)
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
(Whispered: “But what if impossible’s here to stay?”)
Verse 1:
If anything is possible, then why am I stuck?
(Endless dreams, but I’m running out of luck.)
They say reach for the stars, break through the cage
But what if I’m lost on an infinite stage?
They sell me the line, “You can be anything”
But all I see are doors that won’t let me in
If everything’s open, then where’s the key?
If anything’s possible, why not for me?
Pre-Chorus:
If nothing’s off-limits, then why do I break?
Am I chasing a truth or a beautiful fake?
Chorus:
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If anything’s possible, is it possible to fail?
Is “impossible” hiding behind a thin veil?
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If anything’s possible, why can’t I see
A world where “impossible” stops haunting me?
Verse 2:
They preach endless hope, like it’s written in stone
(But I’m sinking beneath what I can’t call my own.)
They say “Just keep trying, you’ll reach something great”
But I’m lost in the paradox, tangled in fate
If everything’s possible, why does it hurt?
Why do my dreams fall apart in the dirt?
If limits don’t matter, then why am I caged?
Why does my hope feel so fractured and aged?
Pre-Chorus:
If the sky’s the limit, then why do I drown?
If anything’s possible, why am I down?
Chorus:
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If anything’s possible, is it possible to fail?
Is “impossible” hiding behind a thin veil?
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If anything’s possible, why can’t I see
A world where “impossible” stops haunting me?
Bridge:
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If nothing’s unreachable, why can’t I climb?
Why do my efforts get swallowed by time?
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If everything’s open, then why am I chained?
If anything’s possible, why do I feel drained?
Breakdown:
So tell me the truth, is it all just a game?
Is “impossible” real or just part of my brain?
If I can do anything, why do I bleed?
If nothing’s impossible, why can’t I be freed?
Outro:
Ohhh, nananana, nananana, ohhh
If anything’s possible…
Then why does “impossible” still feel like the truth?
Dayzzz
