I think it, they say it, they play it.

And it needs to stop.

Groundhog Day was hell, and I’m over it.

It is what you want, but it’s enough.

It’s been an eternity in an hourglass made of the molten substance within,

And timing it off is not possible.

You know it, they frame it, you lose it, you win it,

And so sorry but I really seem to need it,

And that’s when it’s broken.