And here i am again pattern. So i thought I could pretend, pattern
yet all there tends to be is the trueness that is me, all i do to escape, means nothing to the ultimate weight
For it' s not all my fault, it's just a chain of events that i try to deny but thi is my truth and loss of pride. Everything i think I can be is always trampled by my old beliefs.
and back to the begining we go with empy hands and hollow soul

profund. well expressed :)