Merry Go Round
Round and round we go
But there is no one to catch us.
We try our best to not let anyone see us cry
When we fall
We are alone during the dark night.
3am we cry our eyes out
Because we have no one.
We feel like we are alone
When there are people who love us.
But the saddest part is,
Some of us don't make it.
They were spun too fast on the merry go round
And when they fell,
People cared.
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