Why is everything cyclic?

[osamasmomshot]

Taking on seven years
That holy ghost had left alone
Test my arms, kick like crazy
I've been trying way too long
Only push the way off to fight you
Now I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure
Getting off my chest
The story ends

I would find a way without
Tell him his eyes see too clear
I would find a way without you
Tell him his eyes see too clear

That mistake was gold
I know that without you
Is something that I could never do
That was why staple the eyes and
Seven dates for me to sell machines
And tear on

Seven years you assured me
That I'd be fine if I complied
only push the way off to fight you
Now I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure
Getting off my chest
The story ends