This feeling of us on a merry go round
At some point I thought it normally stops
Seems like an endless ride to nowhere
It just keeps going round and around
I sat awhile, waiting for something to give
Now all I want is to get off this ride
Feeling sick to my stomach
Everytime we go around
Losing hope, nothing is changing
Everything is becoming a blur
Feeling worse everytime
Please make it stop
Don't know how much more I can take
Before I fall over
Because I know nothing will be able
To get me back up
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