Again and Again and Again

Again and Again and Again

It’s a cycle of feeling defeated and it’s sickening

But I hold out hope ‘cause that’s just how I am,

However when history repeats itself, it continues to bring me down, slowly

And I’m tired of this feeling; I’m tired of feeling so frickin’ sad,

And that’s the simplest way I could put it, I feel stuck

And I don’t know if this is the best or worst part,

Is that there’s no one to blame, it’s no one’s fault so I guess we attribute it to bad luck

But……..I’m tired and I don’t know what to do ‘cept confide in this art,

Again and again and again these emotions return when I least expect it

And I don’t know why, and that’s what frustrates me the most,

I see other kids with their friends and I hate when I begin to feel jealous,

‘Cause it makes me feel immature, and I guess that just goes to show

That you can have all that you want, but not necessarily all that you need

But I feel conflicted ‘cause I thought I already had all that was necessary,

I know I have friends who care for me so why at times do I feel so lonely?

I don’t know, but this happens too often, maybe I’m over-thinking,

And it’s nothin’ to cry over……….I’m……….I don’t know, I need some sleep