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I've been stuck in a loop, an everlasting fight.
Over and over, the same torment, through darkness and light.
All the words I wrote were screams for something better,
Every last love-sick poem, carved in the curves of each letter.
I could have sworn I would have always felt that way,
Sewn by the sharp silence, and stabbed by each word you say.
But I've woken from my trance and the pain I endured,
To find I didn't need to go through that, and now I'm just bored.
Over and over, I repeat myself and achieve nothing,
But now realization has opened my eyes to everything.
I would have given up my life to be with you,
Slept on a bench somewhere, just to do what you do.
Now the red rose on my shelf and the kiss on my cheek,
Show me my naivety and your obvious evil streak.

Show me just one bit of respect and I'll try for you.
Now the dead rose on my shelf sees all that I do.
Sleeping with the thought of you and waking with the same,
I thought I could leave you behind in this sick game.
But I find myself back again, addicted to the pain.
Over and over, even though there's nothing left to gain.
To see you again makes me want to scream for something more.
But the way you treat me keeps me coming back for sure.
Sewn into my mind is so much love for everything you are,
I swear I'll always feel this way, always go this far.
Every last love-sick poem, tears cried on every unsent letter.
All these words I write know I want something better.
Over and over, the same foolishness forgetting all that's right,
I'm stuck in a loop, an everlasting fight.