Utter failure to see the expectations, the truth in front
Caressing, is all that is ever felt throughout this
While giving a warm embrace and a cushion to fall onto
Selective selective damn being selective, hearing the inane excuse
The typical excuse, sugarcoat, instead of placing it bluntly down my ear canals
I'm tired, so damn tired, giving, giving, giving, giving, receiving only intrinsically
My head was distorted, my mind was spinning, my brain was burning
Complete realisation occurs, trying not to imply incessant narcisissm
While vehemently arguing my personal perspective as I tore the object off my sleeve
It finally stays inside myself, repairing just repairing, for once in my life
Now that it has subsided, and as of the events only experienced beforehand
Round and round in circles we go
When the mind has snapped out of that mentality, it'll be late, too late
For now, round and round in circles we go
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