My hollow wooden body pulled by strings,
I live on this carousel  “round, round, round”,
never still,
“Spins, spins, spins”,
out of tune,
Everything becomes a blur, lines of light circle within my sight, like a looming phantom,
dizzy, lose my footing, loose, free, I smile again,
Until im tangled once more,
“round, round, round”,
The vicious cycle, I'm lost in purgatory,
I lie to myself, but deep down, I know the truth: You don’t care enough to want to know what's really going on.
I convinced myself but I lose it down the line,
Now on my carousel as it hums to me,
“round, round, round”
yet again.

It allows you there, It warms the side of your cold face,
As you shrink in the rear-view mirror’s gaze,
Its glaring presence lingers, refusing to clear,
…Stay too long and it burns you,
The orange light wraps around your collar,
Blinding me with its brightness, hiding your  smile,
I don’t want to let go,  yet it always slips away,
But now, it's no longer bright, it leaves to the night,
It's hard to remember, but I know it was there…
Only left with a blink of you…