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Over and Over Again

Over and Over Again…

Twisting and turning, the fire that’s burning
Keeps me writhing in pain
And all that I fear, is becoming so clear
Pouring like blood from a vein

Facing the truth, I can’t stop the abuse
I just don’t know where to turn
Do I bow down and hide, are the answers inside
To the questions and lessons unlearned

I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…

From the time I awake, in the mirror I face
All of the wrongs that I’ve never made right
When I lay down to sleep, I’m searching for peace
But I can’t make it through the night

I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
How much more can I take, before I past the point and break
With no honor left to defend…

Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…

The darkness inside me, now circles around me
Given life, it is freed from the cage
Every light now gone black, I can’t see front to back
Have I run out of room on the page…
Every light now gone black and I am under attack
For my life, this is a war I must wage…

I rise and I fall, and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
But each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say, then it starts over and over again…

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