In the end, cycles repeat themselves
and there’s nothing I can do
maybe just run.
I don’t want to live it again
if this is what there is
I’d rather not have it
than have to suffer it
Why is it easy at first?
and everything goes back to the same
why does one believe it’s true?
and then one feels bad
I don’t want to waste love
hoping for something better
that may never come
or put it off for later
In the end, cycles are like that
starting over
pretending it’s going to work
even though you know
the end will come
I don’t want to waste love
anymore