Testo: Mouthpiece. Can't Kill What's Inside. Again.

This circle never ends, again and again,
It keeps on coming back, leaving all that's been done, in the past.
There's no time and no end, I keep erasing and erasing,
But it's not coming clean.
I can't ignore it, I can't face it,
It leaves me empty inside.
Circle again, there goes another friend.
I hold my breath, I shut my eyes,
It's coming back, it's coming back.
Circle again, there goes another friend,
It's coming back