Back when I was young I used to find it damn confusing,
How a man would invest his everything into something he knew he’d end up losing.
It shocked me and rocked me how he’d always keep on choosing
To come back again and again, how he’d never try refusing
I experienced things for myself, I saw why mistakes were made.
I felt what it was like, to keep on getting played.
But to want to keep going back, never really being afraid.
To tell the piper he’s been paid, never ripping off the bandaid.
But I get it now, it’s clear to me
We tell ourselves that it’s how it to be.
Although even now, there’s one thing with which I disagree,
How someone can be so carefree, yet return to the same shit so easily.
How the one thing they can’t see, because right now it might not seem so costly, is that investing in a mistake is worse in actuality, as nothing in life, is ever truly free.