Carousel
Laying here, gasping for air
Praying to God, is this the end?
It seemed to only be a game, now
I'm tortured and broken with no
mend.
Round and round the carousel
spins,
Round and round, baby.
Been spinning so long,
Everything you do seems shady
My only pleasures left are
Booze, drugs and a razor's blade.
Hoping to God, begging, pleading,
Let the misery fade.
Round and round it spins,
Round and round baby
Been spinning so long
Everything you do is shady.
Taking another hit I tell myself
You can't tell how I'm disgraced
Taking another drink, seeing
My lastest mistake.
Round and round,
Been spinning so long
Round and round
Hoping it won't be long
Innocence is out of style
Gone with yesterday
There's now only temptations
And no God to pray to
My only pleasures left are
Booze, drugs and a razor's blade.
Maybe someday,
This misery with fade
Copyright © Heaven Lorenz | Year Posted 2013
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