Oh no,  
it happens every time.  

History repeats itself  
in so many variations,  
and we’re trying–

not to get lost  
in the lying.  

So many faces,  
vague yet familiar,  

it’s a race to the bottom,  
and we’re barely surviving.  

There’s a ghost  
in the town we used  
to romanticize–

the shadow of a demon  
we all tried to show  
the light.  

And he pointed  
to the mirror–

to show us how  
we’ve become  
a shadow of ourselves,  

a not-so-familiar guise  
we’ve grown accustomed to,  

just to give ourselves  
a glimpse  
of what it feels like  
to be fake happy.  

The past,  
present,  
and future  
are connected–

and it’s all  
going down  
unless we  
stop it  
from happening.  

We can put on  
a facade,  
but there are cracks  
in the foundation.  

History repeats itself,  
in many variations.  
I promise you–

we’re trying.