We’re caught in these Cycles
We’re caught in these Circles
How do we break these Cycles
How do we break these Circles
A Circle looks so complete
It looks so perfect
No beginning, no end
No end, no beginning
But if it has no beginning,
No one remembers how we got here
But if there is no end,
How do we stop what we started
We stand on This side
Or we stand on That side
They do this and We do That
They do That and We do This
We are spinning out of control
Caught in these Cycles, these Circles
Babies are having Babies
Babies are shooting Babies
10 years from now
She will be 12
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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