Good morning students!

The story opens
Right
Where
I knew it would end
It's repeating over, stuck in my past tense

So I
Stop
Wait
And face today
I gotta pull it apart, so I can push it away

I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less

I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me

I won't talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history

The story closes
Right
Here
It's over again
It's repeating over, like it never began

So I
Stop
Look
At all I've done, and I'm feeling like I'm stuck on page one

I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less

I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me

I won't talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history

I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me

I won't talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history

I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less