Repeating Patterns

Written this song About a million times Repeated the words And I've sung the lines And I've found myself Trying to address How there's so many people But I'm stuck with loneliness Cause these repeating patterns Will be the death of me Getting drunk on fridays Repeating history No these repeating patterns Wont ever set me free Waking up on a monday Stuck with reality Do you ever Feel a bit sick of things Wanting something better Eye contact darling Because I realized Everyone else was just a distraction Not but a fraction Of what we could have been One day will Cause these repeating patterns Will be the death of me Getting drunk on fridays Repeating history No these repeating patterns Wont ever set me free Waking up on a monday Stuck with reality