A predictable pattern.
Same ride over and over again.
Almost scheduled out.
As predictable as a pattern.
Ha ha i can help but laugh at what i do,
Too bad the laughter is to cover up the pain.
It keeps happening the same way.
And to be quite honest,
A race that never ends.
That feels like my life right now...
Stop complaining steff...
So i do, and i put on a happy face.
Too much information.
I want to be little again, when life was unpredictable.
When i could do things without worry.
When words were so much different.
Shelter i want shelter.
I need to break this pattern.
Get away from myself.
Be someone else.
Break the pattern
That spins me around and makes me sick.