Cycle

My life... my own words I guess... my past... it's over now.

 

Have you ever been bullied

Or slept in a gully?

No such thing as holy

No religion to follow

Can't think about tomorrow

Living your life in sorrow

Not giving a shit

But what if your life... was a skit

It was all a play

Nothing you did made sense anyway,

But then you're at the top

And you can do anything you want

It's better than your dream

Nice it seems...

You gain all the fans

You hold all the hands

You carry the weight

You didn't know though,

You took the bait

Your life crashes and burns to ashes

Your family gives you gashes

And you're overwhelmed by the matches

All of a sudden you're back at the start

Life's shit, you got a broken heart

Back to being bullied

Sleeping in the gully

No such thing as holy

No religion to follow

Can't think about tomorrow

Living your life in sorrow

Not giving a shit

But then you realize,

Fame is just a skit

Think about your life,

And know... it's a cycle

You can't change it

You're always stuck in chicle