I'm up this late wondering if history is doomed to repeat itself.
If I was meant to end up here, this way, at this time no matter what.
If this was all preordained. Or did we all make choices that got us here?
Did you lying to me help or hurt what was supposed to happen?
Or was it just the part of history you were supposed to repeat?
I want to cry. But it's not an option.
Because this is my role. The strong one.
I hope you enjoy being the weak one, because it's the only role left to play.