We go in circles, we go in circles and can't stop.
Exchanging these words as you get to be mad,
when I simply am too scared to state my opinion.
We go in circles, and when I shy away because I see you're mad;
We go in these circles again, like a cycle of a loss.
Like a cycle, where it all began — I guess it was me.
In circles, we go in circles because I bother you.
And in our spin we sink to be sad, we become mad.

We go in our rounds turn by turn, should I leave you be?
We fight with unnecessary words, do you want me to go?
It seems you shrink back into that place with them too;
In a place where I can never be — I guess this proves it was me.
In a place where you cease that spinning, but I disturb you there trying to apologize.
Please give me up and push me away, ignore me in this spinning game we got into.
I want you to tell me why you avoid me, and we circle again over and over.
Do you want me to leave to where you won't see?

We turn in this cycle, over and over until we fall.
But still I don't want you to give me up.
Just tell me how you really feel and tell me if we're still real, time in this game kills.
Over and over too, I want it to stop but it still goes around like a clock.
I want you to kill me too, stab me in my heart too, time will pause.
I know we stop in the shattering glass of the clock too, you approached me in it all.

We will keep going until the clock stops, around and around again.
But that minute you approached me, the knife in hand as you looked quite forlorn;
Time wasn't spinning then, but we still knew what must happen right?
You looked into my eyes, those that shown you were worn from our clockwork.
You raised the knife to me and kept that expression as you continued forward.
But then, why did you throw the knife away from my direction though?
You instead got close, as I could feel the circling stop too, slowly you stared in my eyes.
Ah, you kissed me then and I knew it wasn't lies...