Circles

Treading back and heading down

Letting in fall, leaves turn around

A kid in a mad town

Not afraid to take a ride now

On a sunday morning im heading of

Done with trying not to change

Picking fights and playing games

Getting stuck and calling names

Its all the same the same the same

'Cause where is the pot of gold

When a rainbows not a bow

Its a circle dont you know

And round and round and round it goes

Getting dizzy looking back

Getting lost in keeping track

To scared to fall down

Still I think I oughta try now

My head is back and im looking up

Im still learning how to find

Why I change and what I hide

Try me best to put aside

Asking why oh why oh why

'Cause where is the pot of gold

When a rainbows not a bow

Its a circle dont you know

And round and round and round it goes