Done, done, onto the next one
Because this one's the same one as the last
A sad yearning for a different past
Scribble it up, discard it, it's done
Done, done, onto the next one
Throw it away, for lack of good words
Becdause the matters are more complicated than rainbows and birds
Stomach churns, all inside me burns
Can't find an adequate way
To describe all the things I need to say
Pour all your feeling into a notepad
Drains your mind, makes you feel sad
Ink stain with tears
All the forgotten years
Rush by like grains in an hourglass
Through it away
Just to come back again
Done, finished, just like the last
Keep on going, never knowing.
