Why is it when I try to move on
That your image and voice loop through my head?
As I attempt to live on
I end up feeling so much more dead
I can't even save my own skin
I don't know that I ever could
Don't tell me you know where I've been
When I've only fallen inches from where I stood
I feel like a spinning top
I never travel down
And I never travel up
I feel like a spinning top
Someone's entertained each time I drop
And I don't travel very far at all
Yet I always manage a way to fall
Why are you spinning through my mind?
Is it some kind of trick?
Wish you'd stop wasting my time
Because I think I'm getting motion sick
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I can imagine this one as a song. Do you ever put your poems to music? I'm not saying they need it or anything, because they are brilliant. I was just curious.
Actually yes, I sometimes write with a tune in my head.
Do you think you could do anything with these lyrics? I'm not much of a musician
Well looky who's being all modest. Plus you have two mega talented musical parents. If I were to put anything to music it would end up sounding like Raffi because mine always come out as kids' songs.
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