Endless Circles

The Obsessed

Compositor: The Obsessed

Eleven years, one hundred tears,
those dreaming lies - so clear.
Three decades, different eyes,
make a place in your skies.
Endless as it's been for centuries.
Like the wind, the stormy seas.
Why must we want - what we can't have?
Giving's better-
just a simple laugh.
Take the bad with the good.
I can't change my ways-
I wish I could.
Endless as it's been for centuries.
Like the wind, the stormy seas.
Circles... so endless,
or is it just our destiny?
I've got a black cloud following me.