The wind blew against my face
Whipping dark hair along with it
My toes brushing the ground beneath me
As the swing lightly rocks me back and forth
Holding me in a soothing embrace that my mother never could
As light specks of rain began to speckle the cement
The swings lets out a screech
Metal against metal
And as I rock back and forth
A melody is heard
This little swing set
Seems to be playing a sad tune
For me

All these paper people
With paper hearts
Just waiting to be stained
Waiting to be T-O-R-N

Sure tape can patch them up
But all that tape
Has them covered in plastic

All these plastic people
With all their whole hearts
I guess now we know
Why they're all so fake

I'm stuck in the mobius strip
An infinite loop

U
P
and
        O V E R
U
P
and
        O V E R

And just when it looks like the end is near
I'm back where I started
How do I escape this mobius strip?