Stuck In a Circle

All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true
 Although these consequence, seem to break us into two
 It s not just a fancy thought
 I swear it s the moment of truth
 It s not some final sealed for sent
 Sent from far out of the blue
 Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
 The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs
 We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
 We re all recycled, but together without use
 All of my thoughts are yours to keep
 It s all for free
 Good or bad, simple and true
 Not trying to get out of this cheaply
 Filled up with hope,
 Or a false sense of security
 But that I m getting to, oh
 Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
 The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs
 We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
 We re all recycled, but together without use
 All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true