Hurts A Past Time

It happens again, a cycle you've been though before

You notice it and pray that it has a better outcome

Denial isn't in your brain you think you're right and can't be proved wrong again

Time goes on, things go well, more time passes and it doesn't seem so swell

New problems arise solved, unsolved , discovered, uncovered

Slowly it crashes and drags on plaguing the grace land

It has to end it ends at once you can't turn back it'st just too much

You accept your fate and face your future

Holding the arrow and your breathe in twine, hurt is a lost past time.