Circles – Hollywood Undead

I was walking in circles, I hurt myself

Just to find my purpose

Everything was so worthless, I didn't deserve it

But to me you were perfect

He can't remember the life he had before she came. When she came, everything was flipped sideways, upside-down and backwards, all mixed up.

Before? A never-ending circle, one he had been familiar, and infinitely bored to tears with.

Get up (GOOD MOOORNING, ICHIGO!). Go to school. Hang out with his friends (IIIIIIICHIIIIIGOOOOOOO!) and then, after school, whatever. Go home for supper, dodge the attack on his neck from Goat-face. Go to bed. And begin the circle again.

Then Rukia came.

Train. Fight. Protect. Train. Fight. Protect. Again, again, again. Not necessarily in that order. A new circle, one he had almost gotten used to. Aizen screwed it up that time.

The last few months was war. Fight. No training. Eyes set only on the Final Getsuga Tenshou.

Then it was over.

Now he's only walking in a straight line, looking for another circle to begin.

Shrugs.