Record Stuck on a Loop _/ Stuck on a Loop _/ Stuck on a

Stuck on a...

What can I say that hasn’t already been said?

What words can I utter to convince you that I’m not just a record stuck on a loop _/ I’m not just a record stuck on a loop _/ I’m not just a record stuck on a loop. \

Is it something to do with my person? Do I need to be something more? _/ Something more \

Can I be that thing? Will I forget who I am if I become too much? Or am I just worried about finally becoming a person? \

You have to tell me if I’m repeating myself _/ You have to tell me if I’m repeating myself _/ You HAVE to tell me if I’m repeating myself \\\

How do others do it? Or don’t they? \

Is everyone else an equal masquerade of recycled _/ recycled _/ recycled words and feelings that, even though they try a million times, they can never adequately convey \


Do I find peace in the knowledge that we’re all the same _/ all the same _/ all the same \

Or do I suffer in knowing that none of us will ever be able to move past the things that we are… and that we’ll never be able _/ never be able to describe the rot and the bliss in our own way \

Shouldn’t I at least be able to answer that one \

Does any of this wondering end on a question? Or is it just going to be more of the same _/ more of the same \

Will I end this wondering just to wonder another day? Does that mean I ever finished wondering at all _/ wondering at all \

Spin me again _/ Spin me again _/ Spin me again _/ Spin me again _/ Spin me, spin me, spin me again, again, again \

Leave me in a tornado of wondering. Have me cursed to never know, to ponder until I die? I think I like it _/ like it here. That is… until I spiral again... \


Maybe I like the endless puzzle of life.

Maybe I can live with it.

Maybe there’s something sweet in not ever knowing, in creating for the sake of creating, not knowing for the sake of imagining.

Maybe not everything needs to be black and white.

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