Hitstun

Endless repetition, I fell to dejection Had no consequences; every day the same I could complain That it's all the same But all I can say Change another day Endless repetition, I fell to dejection Had no consequences; every day the same You can call it all you want it It's not the same to them at all It's just a fiction in my head The suns of days Whether heat or cold Will dry my tears From stocks I've lost Endless repetition, I fell to dejection Had no consequences; it remained the same You can call it all you want it It's not the same to them at all It's just a friction in our heads Thinking of all that I've missed Your moves hit like a ton of bricks I need to work on my Melee The only game I enjoy to play I've seen the same and all too many Hit me with a predicted move Expecting to recover this But I know I can't without a grip