It looks like you are stuck in the same place again.
Ending things, at the place where it all began,
When life goes wrong
Would you pull it back up
Or carry on with the pieces you found?
All the pain you have suffered,
All the bitches you have caught,
All the anxious mornings and all the nights you guys fought.
Who would pay for them?
When you both are lost in the game.
Rat race, fucking cold wars.
Scratching, biting and all those scars.
Ended up hiding behind excuses, deciding on coin toss.
When life is nothing unpredictable, it’s about loss.
Heal yourself and never look back.
People will stab you and show you what you lack.
You don’t need to validate yourself or win.
No need to show them what you have seen.
Spread love and concern,
Not jealous and aversion.
Love yourself, do what’s right.
Cause at the end it’s always night.