Circles

Treading back and heading down
Letting in fall, leaves turn around
A kid in a mad town
Not afraid to take a ride now
On a sunday morning im heading of

Done with trying not to change
Picking fights and playing games
Getting stuck and calling names
Its all the same the same the same
'Cause where is the pot of gold
When a rainbows not a bow
Its a circle dont you know
And round and round and round it goes

Getting dizzy looking back
Getting lost in keeping track
To scared to fall down
Still I think I oughta try now
My head is back and im looking up

Im still learning how to find
Why I change and what I hide
Try me best to put aside
Asking why oh why oh why
'Cause where is the pot of gold
When a rainbows not a bow
Its a circle dont you know
And round and round and round it goes