Back to my depression
Expected succession
Not the first time
I shoulda learned my lesson
I grieve and I bleed
Liberation I need
Everyone too absorbed to notice
Content in their greed
Drowning, going under again
The way it has always been
Repetitive pattern
I’m sick of all men
First hurt the same as the last
Repeating the past
Everything is falling
Collapsing so fast
The laughs aren’t worth the tears
Adding to my fears
They keep hurting
Growing through the years
I’ve got to make it end
No remorse to send
Nor more, I’m out
Goodbye my friend

 
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