Year.
Every month…
Every day…
Every second…
I keep on, I keep on…
Feelin' the fluctuation.
It is never fun.
To know that it can never be found…
Continuously trying to be hopeful,
But always led to disappointment.
So the cycle reinstates,
And the spiral continues to twirl like a ballerina.
Will I ever overcome this?
Will I be alone forever?
Will I get loved?
Or be gone?
Every second.
Every day.
Every month.
Every.