History Repeats Itself

I saw things for what they really were:
Unreal...impractical...and unattainable.
Sure, it's possible we were all happy for a time,
But there's no way that could last.

And we all knew it.

I can't lie to myself,
And pretend nothing's wrong.
I wish I could,
But it's not that easy.

We wilt.

I wish somebody could hold onto me,
And promise me everything would be okay,
Cuz that smile I put on my face?
Yeah, I'm scared to death.

Cuz it's happening again.

I saw it all slipping away;
I'm not that naive.
And I didn't try to stop it,
What use would that be?

It was inevitable.

I thought it wouldn't matter,
One of those things you leave with knew knowledge,
never to return,
And never to relapse.

Yeah right...relapse.

How the hell could that happen?
I know life cheats, but that's just cruel.
Could a God really be that heartless?
So cast iron as to get His joy from watching us fall?

...I don't know anymore...

It was all too perfect.
I shouldn't have believed it for a minute.
Cuz now that the mirage is gone,
I see it for what it truly is.

I'm sick of the mascarade.

When will we all pull off our masks?
When will we show who we truly are?
When will we cast our fear aside, and let someone in?
Will it take a repitition of history?

A repitition of Hell on earth?

I won't go back there;
I left it swearing I'd fight until I died,
Before I let myself be caught again in the veil,
That looked so sweet before.

I won't fade into that darkness again.

It breaks me knowing,
They're welcoming it back with open arms.
But what am I supposed to do?
I can't stop them.

...History Repeats Itself...