All I've ever wanted
it seems I'll never find-

I think I am running out of time
Sometimes I don't care-
Other times I do

On this merry go round-
riding all alone

Life spinning out of control
passing in front of me-

I reach for what I see-
but by the time I do

another thing has passed-
slipped right out of my grasp

I am so tired of reaching
for what is not there-

Life is never changing-
or is it ever changing?

It's the same ole ride-
just different people by my side

IF I had only known then
what I know now-

My life would not be spinning-
on this ride
the merry-go-round

P-L-E-A-S-E

W-H-Y

Does anyone care when I cry.............
 
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