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The Cycle's Breaking Me


I was bred into chaos and catastrophe Torn down by hands that were meant to raise me Can't face the truth so they turned their backs perpetually Lest I remind them that they should feel guilty They'd rather live in denial of their complicity I tried to build a life with the tattered tools I received But instead I built walls as high as mountain peaks No one's survived the climb but it's always under siege And it's much more lonely than I could have ever perceived Misery is the only company I could ever keep And I've got tunnel vision cause the slope is getting slippery Tired of seeing all these ghosts in my periphery Like little devils on my shoulders telling me to repeat history Doesn't matter which tense I'm in, the futures not a mystery I've never had a shot at a life of simplicity This broken record just keeps spinning on repeat And it's far too easy to fall apart to this beat I didn't claim the baggage, the baggage claimed me Passed on like the secrets they couldn't keep I tried to break the cycle but the cycles breaking me
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