Whay dose the cycles always repeat themselves?

Like a hurricane turning in and out repeatedly beating itself

The mine weeps for answers that it will never get

For keeping the mind occupied from the sadness inside of us

The more we exiled people we love the more violent we get

Oh look my love this isn't me kicking you when your down

This is me telling you 

The sadness never gose my love

We just learn to cope with it