Missing Peace of the Puzzle

I can't take it any longer.

History repeats itself, I bet you'll see tomorrow.

Experiences pass us by, one after another. 

What you people don't see is that we all end up next to eachother.

We're brothers and sisters. Misses and Misters.

Formin blisters but the friction is from more shooters than stitchers.

Fix the schism in the spherical prism delerious from all the killing.

Lend a dollar? No one's willing.