Every step forward
seems like we've been here before
letting egos
swing wild
seems trust has left
guess it was tired
of the run around
and thats what we do
we run around
we yell until
the neighbors
know our dispositions
we fight like mad
we cry in feverish states
we tell lies
to cover emotions already at stake
the words "hate" "leave" "fuck you"
become the natural slang
because the polite words
that lead to everything french
are replaced by resentment
we hold back the future
reliving the past
giving everything to no one
hoping this will make us last
who are we
when the time ends
how did we settle this way
where is the end
or maybe the beginning
or maybe the difference
i literally say i tried
but we both know we both failed
we are alone
in the same way
we share together
just retracing
not replacing with memories
nor excelling
as we are supposed to
just circling
going backwards