Here We Go Again
I thought I was free
From these stupid emotions
But for some reason I can't be
The waves pull me back into the ocean
Again and again I fight to be freed
but somehow I slip back to where I began
To where these emotions love to feed
There's no way to stop them, not one solid plan
I always believe I've actually escaped
Then reality shakesme like an ink-dry pen
Leaving me with an ego that is bruised and scraped
And I sigh and say "here we go again"
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