Stuck in a Circle

All of my own is here for you

I swear it's true

Although these consequences

Seem to break us into two

It's not just a fancy for false words

The moments are true

It's not some fantasy or falsehood

Sent from far out of the blue

Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words

The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs

We're all in a circle, it all comes back to you

We're all recycled, put together with old news

All of my thoughts are yours to keep

It's all for free

They come with my memories

Good and bad, simple and true

I'm not trying to get out of this cheaply

Fill up with hope

Or a false sense of security

For that I'm getting too old