Everything is the same.
Nothing ever changes.
I always call the same name.
And have the same exchanges.
Everything is the same.
Everyday seems like a repeat.
I’m tired of playing the same game.
A new friend, I would like to meet.
Everything is the same.
Never getting a break.
My own life, I am trying to claim.
An identity for myself is what I want to make.
Everything is the same.
I’m tired of being sad.
There is no one to blame.
And no reason to be mad.
© C.J. Delessio 2014
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