The Cycle

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May 2007

Like Pavlovs dogs,

salavating at the ringing of each bell

Reminding ourselves that we are living

In our own private, suburbious hell

Is there anyway to get out,

That is all we want to know

Is there any signs

showing that a little spark of hope will glow

The ringing continues forever,

The cycle never ends

All of us acting like puppets,

Playing pretend

Little depressed scapegoats of the world

Hidden inside our rooms

Trying to figure out the answer

To our impending doom

Circling the world

Trying to find who we are

Trying our best to fly to the stars

Things go wrong and we cower in the corner and cry

While we are in the corner alone, we pray to die

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