The mistakes, I repeat them.
Circles, I go round in them.
Stupid situations, I find myself in them.
Stranger’s beds, I wake up in them.
Feelings, I don’t have them.
“I love you”, is what I tell them.
Wanting out, need to get away from them.
A nice guy, that’s what I seem to them.
The façades…they don’t notice them.






