Replay.
Why does life feel like the movie groundhogs day.Were every thing is consecutive like a video tape that keeps getting replayed.
It boggles me to think that five thousand miles away people who are different are doing the same thing as me.
They say we all have a predetermined destiny.
Well if that destiney is walking around in circles for the rest of my life.
Then some one hand me a knife.
Let me cut away my frustrations and gut my eternity.
For who wants to be a rewind button floating in a replay sea.
They say that hell is a place with out god, and I seem to find that a little odd.
Cause this world is a place with out god, only in are hearts if we choose is he there.
But all around us is lustful and greedy air.
Who's to say that greed and lust aren't apart of being bored.
Cause every day for me is like liven in a useless horde(group of people).
Where Stan does this and bob does that.
All to come home at night, go to sleep, wake up, and come back.
I cant stand it I'm going insane.
Yet every body tells me its me its all in my brain.
So maby I am alone in a dashavu day.
But from were im standing you look like your doing the same things the same way.
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