This déjà’ vu’ we call life
Makes me feel like drowning in sadness.
It is all happening again,
Same way, same anger, same blame.
Is it even worth fighting for anymore?

Bruised and damaged, bandaged and ******
This thing we once called love.
It is gone from your eyes now.
Only anger remains; anger and accusations.

I feel the way I did then,
Fighting a losing battle,
Swimming upstream
Slowly drowning in my tears
Knowing in my heart what is to come.

Am I afraid?  I don’t know anymore.
I am not angry.  Just tired.
Some things are worth fighting for,
But how many times do I have to fight for you?