Mar 2019
A revolving door
That’s what this must be
A place that’s always spinning
Gathering dirt, scraping the ground
Stuck in a cycle
With doors to get out of
Doors to enter from
But nowhere to run
That’s what this must be
A place that’s always spinning
Gathering dirt, scraping the ground
Stuck in a cycle
With doors to get out of
Doors to enter from
But nowhere to run
Addiction
