It just refused, to get “left behind” by its “owner”, that, is why it keeps on, coming back, to gnaw at you, when nobody else was, around…
The traumas of life replayed like a broken record, you know, how when the music just, got stuck, and kept replaying that same old note again, and again, unable, to keep turning inside that CD player (or MP3 player or whatever it is the kids are using nowadays?).
yup, still turning, NOT my animation…
The traumas of life replayed like a broken record, and, it always gets stuck on that least favorite song of yours, and you keep wanting to fast-forward it but you can’t, ‘cuz the buttons had, malfunctioned completely, and what’s worse was, the machine won’t even turn off !!!
The traumas of life will keep on, replaying itself BACK at you, getting on your every LAST nerves, because although you want to be done with it, it’s not quite, done with you, not by a long, long, long shot, and, it won’t be done, until you’d, STOPPED running from that moment that you’d gotten murdered in the past, and yet, because that moment hurt you like help, and you were too young, there was, nothing you can do, but R-U-N, because you were, a child, and now, you’re, an ADULT (fully grown up!), and yet, you’re still, running away, like a young child would, when s/he encounters something that scares her/him?
here comes, that recurring nightmare, not my photograph…
The traumas of life replayed like a broken record, and, if the record was broken (gotten stuck???) on the song you’d not felt so annoyed by, then, it might have been, all right, but, yeah, that, is just, not how life worked, nothing goes your way, and you had better just, LEARN to cope with that!
Life, the Obstacle Course 