Drawing upon a breath which fades into grey, seeing something so clear being washed away.

The piano keys repeat, the hands on the clock tick and move,

but nothing ever changes,

it's the same thing over and over.

Repeating.

Repeating what is good, what is enlightening,

treating you like someone who needs reminding,

because they don't think you're good enough.

I wish I saw what was good in me, like you did;

Maybe then I wouldn't be so unhappy?

Instead I'm sad,

that someone like you likes me,

I feel like i've tricked you,

I feel like you're going to be sorry.

This is my life, repeating.

Through washed up waves and

falling down broken balconies,

I've died over and over.

Were they not dreams,

but reality?
I saw what it was like to lose loved ones,

merely pages in a book-

But I wished they were more,

so that I could learn to love like I didn't before.

And instead I just asked for the same miserable existence...

... repeating.