We're going round in circles
So we are Bound to repetition
Where is the give?
No conscious effort.
Bound to this rotation.
I'm exhausted, you'd be the same.
Is this worth anything or is this wishful thinking.
Infinite days through hopeless dreams,
The pain of time, the past repeats.
Locked in apathy
Dose the alchemy.
This cycle rotates it never ends.
Love exists with hate holding its hand.
Undepthful conversations, and hollow confrontations.
Powerless to this cycle, we will get through this as we,as one.
We face our demons, caught in perpetual motion.