New Bruises Holding Pattern
Side by side, We wonder why
They say that nothing changes, nothing carries on
With half the truth, A great excuse
They say that pressure forces failure, moving on
Close but far way
Recurring every day
A pattern where we stay
Same but different from the last
Moving On
Felling sick again
In spite of this new plan
Without a place to land
This time just repeats the past
Cut to size, It's no surprise
They say that nothing changes, nothing carries on
Two minutes long, A stubborn song
They say that pressure forces failure, moving on
