This path. This road. This choice.
They are all oh so familiar.
I've been on this path before.
I've been on this road before.
I've taken this choice before.
I've seen myself hurt before.
The pain is not inevitable, it can be avoided.
The wounds are not inescapable, they are self-inflicted.
But why am I still holding on?
Why do I still keep the hoping on?
It's so apparent that the future is bleak
It's so obvious that the gap is big
Because of this quote: