History Repeats - Like Moths To Flames

It comes and goes in waves

Will there ever be a life worth all the pain?

While they’re building you up, you’ve gotta prepare for the hang

Bitter winds blow in to remind you of time you spent killing yourself

To find an empty bed

Killing yourself to find a place to rest your head

Nothing green on the other side

Death has no compromise

History repeats the same routine again

It’s hard to play this game when you can never win

Caught between everything that you need to be

And what you want for the world to see

It’s hard to live with yourself when neither side can be pleased

It comes and goes in waves

Will there ever be a life worth all this pain?

When there’s nothing left for them to take, you leave out the same way you came

Bitter winds blow in to remind you of the things you’ll miss

Killing yourself to find a better way to live

Killing yourself to find a meaning in this

Learned to love the misery and lack of company that death is promising me

Learned to love the misery and all of the tragedy that death is promising me

A little hope will get you nowhere at all

You reap what you sow

We are not eternal

It comes and goes in waves

Will there ever be a life worth all this pain?

While they’re building you up, you’ve gotta prepare for the hang

Bitter winds blow in to remind you of the time you spent killing yourself

To find an empty bed

Killing yourself to find a place to rest your head

We are not eternal