Lyric

Spent a century in solitude

Roses on my door

Scratch another day into my diary

Then put it in a drawer

All my lines are metaphors and oxymoron

Do I need to be more obvious?

How long has it gone on?

'Round and 'round we go

Like a broken machine

Goodbye eleven roses placed on a spring scene

It's the end of an era

Goodbye to her

Round and round we go

We watch the wheel turn

Round and round we go

Some gon' rise from the ashes

Some gon' sit in their stacks

I try to run but I'm drawn back

Oh I'm drawn back

Gone for now I'm not gone for good

Oh I'll come back

Miss me for now

Oh miss me for now

Soon I'll be breaking you down

'Round and 'round we go

Like a broken machine

Goodbye eleven roses placed on a spring scene

It's the end of an era

Goodbye to her

Round and round we go

We watch the wheel turn Round and round we go

Past beauty slumbers there are deeper waters

I can't look back on who I was

I'll rise up in this spring

None but me can bring me down

When it's my turn to burn

I know that brighter things in store await

When I return but still