MORE OF THE SAME.

Once bitten twice shy

I don’t know what to do

My heart is ready to do

How come she don’t have a clue.

Looking down the barrel

Of the pain

Looking down the barrel…

Of more of the same.

I swore no more

My friend is the pain

I’ve been here before

I’m down for more of the same.

I know you know

And yet you still hurt

I wish for you to go

Goodbye is the word.