The Devil Wears Prada

I won't let this ruin me!
My orchestra, my indecision:
It all comes back full circle
From grace to all my hate.
I never meant to hurt anyone, anyone,
I came for peace, I came for peace and for great reason.
There is no solace, there's no alleviation
In all our money or within her golden teeth.
Is this it? Is this how it goes?
I am the wretched one, I am the beggar's hands.
It comes back full circle.
I cannot help but feel nothing.
Pick it up, oh!
Such a bitter friend, change can be.
Remind me God, refresh what's turned to grey.