Testo Run In Circles Face To Face
You are all the same
Go the way you came
Different names
But very little else has changed
Difficult to find
Easy to resign
Didnât seem to matter when I didnât mind
Out before itâs in
Everybody wins
Give them what they want
And they are giving in
Nothing in return
Will we ever learn?
Itâs jumbled
And itâs getting harder to discern
I run my mind circles
The vertigo
Iâve had enough
It feels as though nothingâs going to change