thinking sinking wide eyed unblinking

on a path of colissions my vision is blurrin so many decisions

revisions unending make same mistakes twice and again with precision

and then when its all over its just the beginnin not even the end

pretend these cycles are circles recycled and bent

spent year after year faces came and they went

but over and over the thoughts wont relent

cemented to a cementary fence stuck behind bars,

behind me the dead ahead of me stars, and an open sky

askin why i try and why they died and why i got no answer, i cry

so my eyes look down i hang or bang my head, this is all shit ive already said

all of this has already been written im quittin no thats just more shit i pretend

my pen no longer writes for me, now i type to feel more free

in desperation just a desolation angel always off beat