Destruction's Path
Round and round like a circle with no ending
I get to the end, just to start again at the beginning
Like a writer with no story, or an actress with no lines,
It all ends with destruction and repeats itself over time
I'm waiting to exhale,
Constantly holding my breath
I'm continuing this cycle,
Wonder what will happen next
Maybe it's because the plan are all laid out,
Or the story's already written
But I continue down this path
Knowing it'd be better if I didn't
