A clock ticks slow then fast again
The minutes blur like ink and rain
I try to focus but it slips away
Circles spinning in my mind
No straight lines, no place to find
Looping thoughts,
they never stop Round and round the same old spot
I'm caught,
I'm caught,
I'm caught
I'm a distant glow The room is loud but I don't know
What's real or just my shadow's play
Every turn it leads me back
I'm stuck inside this cold, the sad
Round and round
the same old spot I'm caught,
I'm caught,
I'm caught
