blame is much too messy. some was bound to get on you, while you were tryin to put it on me.

I can logically map out the patterns, I can see the mistakes and where they take place. I can sit back and understand my position and the part I play in the circles. So why is it that I can't stop it from happening? I lose faith in my sanity when I can continue chasing my tail, and I'm overwhelmed by the absolute disregard for my effort. Some quiet would be so nice, so cherished. some silence. Instead, I chase... round and round in circles. I can see all the dips and turns, errors and mistakes : I just can't stop it. Maybe it can't be stopped. What will be, will be. I'm only one person, and the world is on these tiny shoulders.