History fucking repeats itself
Old doubts will always linger
In the back of your mind
And hit you in behind
-when you are not looking
Old enemies are never really dead
They have their guns aimed at your head
You can show them the finger
But they will shoot you point black
-when you are looking in the wrong place
Ex-partners still have your cell-number with them
The ass-es don't know the meaning of 'fuck off!'
They write your number all over the internet
And you get calls from random horny men
-when you are updating your blog
Old sins will come back to haunt you
Each good deed left undone
Won't it be fun, walking in the sun
Laughing at crying at what you have done
-when you should have been doing others.
Ok, fuck it. This too will come back to haunt me someday.
Anyone made any sense out of it?