Am I seeing double, am I withdrawn. Depositing lyrics into a love song. Spider weaving webs for a catch that won't come. Am I pulling roses from a dead bush.
Well this is not a lesson. And this is not a cry for help. And this is not a test. And this is not for someone else. . Yeah, this one's for you and everything you do.
It's like life imitating life,. Constantly repeating history until it's blind. It's like time only speaks in rhymes. Repeating repetition til you're lost inside your mind.