The things I love slip further away.
No matter which method I try they leave
They seem to be pushed further away from me
The harder I pull.
I can’t let it overcome me
As I have in the past.
Repeat, repeat
Repeat a chain of events
Knowing I can’t change the end.
The world turns as it will,
My actions won’t change the tilt.
An ever-constant flow of changes
New emotions spill over and burn
But the world keeps turning
With or without me on it.
