Merry-Go-Round

Put your hand on my chest

Feel my heart beating at its best

No, I won't remember this

Twenty years from now

I won't remember how

Many times I've been through this

Some things never change

Second chances, it's always the same

Old game we've played for years now

I don't see a point to this anymore

We've got to end it, I'm done keeping score

We're spinning around in circles

Like we're on a merry-go-round

We're like a broken record

I can't stand the sound

I'm trying so hard to make this work but it's not worth it

I'm so sick of getting hurt

You're like a drug, like heroin

I keep coming back for more

I'm trying to fight you away

My muscles are getting sore

I don't see a point to this anymore

We've got to end it, I'm done keeping score

I wish I didn't have to say goodbye

I can't count how many times I've tried

We're spinning around in circles

Like we're on a merry-go-round

We're like a broken record

I can't stand the sound

I'm trying so hard to make this work but it's not worth it

I'm so sick of getting hurt

Reviews

[Pete]

Love the analogy of the merry-go-round. Captures the feeling perfectly. 'We're spinning around in circles'. Honest, raw, ending. An all around great write.