Repetition is a cobweb I have gotten used to all my life when each day is like a mirror image, I swear I've seen this all before the sky has fallen,
I never thought nostalgia could ever hurt this much it's burning through my veins and busting out through holes found in my guts so comfort my affliction
and you said "im not the same old kid again im killing of all my old friends all one by one just so I know I win I'm not the same old friend to you I
Smoked out look in your eyes, why am I not so surprised? where did you find the extra lung to start your breathing again? my face hits the curb side,
