Why do I always have tell you the same thing.
You just act like your life is a swing.
No matter how you push or how you pull.
You end back in the same hole.
Your life is constantly moving.
But nothing is improving.
No matter how hard want to.
You always go back on your word because nothing you say is ever true.
Whether you have sword or even a knife
Your blade isn’t blessed, it’s full of strife
This the constant swing that is your life