I didn't realize how bothersome it was
To my friends I've met through you.
I hate that it's happening again...
I don't know what to do.
I just liked this feeling,
This burning passion inside.
Something I could put to good use.
Something I wouldn't want to die.
But it blinded me,
Blocked out the sounds of the outside world.
I should've paid more attention,
I should have had the past learned.
I'm sorry I let this happen,
I suppose this is how it ends.
No one else would tell me
That history's repeating again.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
I didn't realize how bothersome it was
To my friends I've met through you.
I hate that it's happening again...
I don't know what to do.
I just liked this feeling,
This burning passion inside.
Something I could put to good use.
Something I wouldn't want to die.
But it blinded me,
Blocked out the sounds of the outside world.
I should've paid more attention,
I should have had the past learned.
I'm sorry I let this happen,
I suppose this is how it ends.
No one else would tell me
That history's repeating again.
Inspiration backfired. History's repeating. I've become more annoying than ever before. What else would happen next??
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