Like a merry go round her life is entangled
always manipulated like the strands of her hair always twined together by the forceful wind
Yet the cold breath speculates if she is dead or alive
Open the pages to a ripped up book only to consulate the ones who judged it
Written in uncertainty made from the lack of fame never to be someone's first priority
Like a merry go round her life is entangled
Spinning outta control while a smile is placed upon her face
She dances alone to the sound of his voice that's how she cradles herself to sleep
Yet the cold breath speculates if she is dead or alive
A frozen melody notes stamped in time a recording resisting emotions that gazes upon her fragile mind
Does she love him maybe its a fear factor of does he love her a curling of familiarity setting inside her
Like a merry go round spinning till I hurl wanting it to stop yet I never wanna step off