Theres all this repetition
Didn't sign up for what seems like this competition
Didn't walk two feet before I had to have it
Had to live it
Had to endure it
These storms that never pass
Life's like a rainstorm
Right before it's bound to end
Too many people leaving
Deceiving
Receiving everything that I can't have
Will never have
I suppose that to get these things you must be giving
Though Iv'e been giving for so long and I have gotten nothing in return
But disappointment and the chance to look at all my failures
all of my mistakes