Sometimes it's like this never ending swirl of darkness.
It's like you see a bit of light and try to find your way out but something pulls you back in..
Nothing ever goes my way and nothing ever keeps me happy.
People always say things will get better "eventually" but me... Im tired of waiting for that "eventually."

Maybe when the author was writing our story
His pen has run out of ink
And when he finally got another
He already forgot what's next
And changed our ending
Where you ended up with someone else
While I am waiting for you to come back