like a greek boy
crying on the shore,
hands caressing the waves
and lips caressing the clouds,
hoping for a chance that even the
gods knew wasn't real;
why do I feel the need to
repeat myself?
like an english kid,
barking at a neon moon,
fingers scratching metal strings
and teeth scratching the air,
begging for an answer so painfully
obvious to everyone else;
why do I feel the need to
do it all again?
if he'd allow me, it would always be this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and-
why do I keep
repeating myself?
I'll make myself a fool for you. d'you love me yet? d'you love me yet? d'you love me yet? d'you love me yet? d'you love me yet? d'you love me yet? d'you-
why am I
doing it all again?
stop repeating yourself.
your story's running on a loop.
you know the answers.
your story's running on a loop.
you know how it ends.
your story's running on a loop.
stop repeating your-
