just keep telling yourself, at least you know.

i feel like its a daily rollercoaster.
up's and downs,
on repeat.
but it never seems to go anywhere.
just back into the station,
for a pit stop,
then back on track.
and it never stops.

i make bad decisions like it's my job.

put me back to square one again,
goodbye my muse,
i shall miss you.
but it seems it's just a heartache
between one night and the next.
from one girl to another.
but it never really caught on,
never caught a good grip,
just slipped through my fingers,
like every other drop in the bucket.