I Never Wanted To Start it,
but they gave up too late,
they;re stuck in this cycle,

of hoping and hate.
Started to believe that,
but they over to the skyline,

knowing it's just begun,
Here they go again
afraid to beak free,

if ther're not running in circles,
so where will they be?
But it never happened,

she can't forget,
she's copacetic
to the point of regret...

(... to the point of)
I regret what I've written,
everything sound the same,

these feeling are so typical,
and too cliche to say.
All the things that I want to do,

everything single day,
they're stupid and they're immature,
and to too cliche to say.

These lonely roads wind,
and the can;t roam any farther,
feeling the strings pulling.

to make it harder,
Fighting and so stubborn,
and trying to believe,

how strange it is the concept,
how freedom can be free,
Sometimes it's overwhelming

I fear that i will drown,
in this sea of anxiety,
before i come around,

in this sea of anxiety
before i come around,
But it never happened

she can't forget,
she's copacetic,
to the point of regret.