Confronted, caught a glimpse of my reflection, asking, can I reach perfection?
My finish line is right where I started, repeating this vice I swore departed
I swore it away, this little game we play
A reoccurring cycle of regret
My fight is getting weak, I'm accepting my defeat
This overplayed story is on repeat
Untie me, cut away my darkness,
and find me broken and alone with all these questions
How do I find completeness
when everything inside me breaks apart?
I swore it away, this little game we play
A reoccurring cycle of regret
My fight is getting weak, I'm accepting my defeat
This overplayed story is on repeat
It's not too late
I swear it away, this is a new day
I'm breaking the cycle of regret
