I always knew we were never coming back.
I know it seems like we we will, how it's supposed to be.
Sometimes, we never should go back, it's better this way.
Even though I'm only sitting here, I'm moving forward.
The truth is, this life isn't a cycle, it's not about restarting,
it's about moving on without wanting to restart.
In my mind there are things that cycle over and over.
I confess I'm always scared the cycle will be real,
because at the end of the cycle it's never a happy sight.
I won't agree that I'm losing my mind,
I'm only separating myself from my mind.
So, I can create my own cycle without the corruption.
And that's where the world goes mad, all the corruption.
It's everywhere, you just have to recogonize it, and dismiss it.
Yet, in the cycle, it becomes a part of who you are.
So, it finally dawns on you your life is coming to an end.
Something that would upset anyone else, but,
you've dealt with the abuse cycle for so long.
To conclude your life, you let it kill you.
Yet, all you've lived for was wasted.
So, you'll lay there never regretting anything, your soul has died.
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