Spinning On the Merry-Go-Round
It's when your mind is racing
It's when your thoughts contrast
It's when your spinning on a Merry-Go-Round
Nothing seems to last
Spinning round and round
The thoughts begin to rise
The wind brushing on your face
My mind
It carries no lies
As I start to fly faster
Around and around it goes
My mind starts to shut down
It's like my brain has froze
Starting to go blank
I see blurs of brown and gold
This is the end for me
I am Gods to hold
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