Cycles

One of the most complicated things one learns in life is to break free from cycles. Probably its even worse to identify them. Wether is violence, sick love relationships, aggresiveness from our friends or workmates. This one sounds like written for a woman that I loved, but it also mixes my past experiences in many other fields.

I thought it was stupid
...what you did then,
erasing all my writtings
from your inbox mail...
But after all this,
and after all that...
I ended up cloning
exactly the same fact...

And am going to bed,
and stare up at the ceiling,
and I wonder if I ever
will create up such feelings,
and the answer is no,
never again.
but who wants to repeat it
ending up in pain?

Not me pignee... not me...

Am breaking the cycle baby.
and I know I will
I am leaving behind me
everything, even me!

And am renewing,
rising again,
like the dry grass
rises after the rain...
And am blooming,
healing my pain,
like a street dog heals
without no  medicines...

And you call me coward
for acting like this!
But who keeps  on torning
with the same words and bleeds?

You claim that am running
away from my chances,
but isn't exactly the same
holding on to this past?

Sometimes I love you,
but then am sick on you...
On the games you keep playing,
and your stuck on the blue...

Then am going to bed,
and stare up at the ceiling,
and i wonder if i ever
will create up such feelings,
and the answer is no,
never again.
But who wants to repeat it
ending up in pain?

Not me pignee... not me...

Gonna break up  the cycle baby.
Gonna finally heal
Am paying high prices,
Everything, even me!

And am renewing,
rising again,
like the dry grass
rises after the rain...

And am blooming,
healing my pain,
like a street dog heals
without no  medicines...

The moment will come,
when my difficulty ends,
with or without you,
I will cool up this hell.