Is There a Point?
Repetitions, an unending cycle, it always comes back to the same spot, the same shit, and no matter how many times you restart the wheel, it goes through the came circle, the same spin, the same end. Over and over the sun rises and sets, and the cycle can never break, just keep rolling into time. And the same path returns, the same mistakes, brought back up into my face, I can't stop. The wheel keeps moving and I keep making the same mistakes, and I keep on losing the people I love.