More of the same

Nothing new under the sun

I once called him that

Now I know he was hell itselfs fire 

Nothings really changed

At one time my forever

Now something I don’t think I ever understood

Nothing ever moves forward

A race I have been running

With no finish line in sight

I don’t want what I have

And what I have doesn’t want me

More of the same

More of the same

Leave a comment

Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started