PART VII of Omitting My Confessions

I'm spinning in circles,
to keep off of the ground.
But i'm falling faster now,
these circles only go down.

why are they a spiral,
thats a fall until the end?
why is this the end of the line,
when its doesnt have a start

I'm tired of artificial hugs,
that will never mean anything.
why is everything so fake,
when this world is so real,
and its everything we make it,
so whys this a circle with no end?
whys this a line without a start?
wheres God, and wheres love?
I'm tired of long goodbyes,
that are just blown away.
like the AC has more control,
of where they go than we do.

I'm making another paper heart,
just so you can tear it again.
attaching string to dangle it from,
so you can burn it slowly.

and this time i'll just cry,
cause old habits die hard,
and this ones dying slowly,
without the AC taking over.

I'm tired of artificial hugs,
that will never mean anything.
why is everything so fake,
when this world is so real,
and its everything we make it,
so whys this a circle with no end?
whys this a line without a start?
wheres God, and wheres love?
I'm tired of long goodbyes,
that are just blown away.
like the AC has more control,
of where they go than we do.

But the AC could make,
a wild fire out of what you've started,
until I'm martyred for you,
for believing in something more.

All of these wicked words,
are being spewed into my ears,
but im stuck here thinking,
see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

I'm tired of artificial hugs,
that will never mean anything.
why is everything so fake,
when this world is so real,
and its everything we make it,
so whys this a circle with no end?
whys this a line without a start?
wheres God, and wheres love?
I'm tired of long goodbyes,
that are just blown away.
like the AC has more control,
of where they go than we do.

I'm spinning in circles,
to keep off of the ground.
but this AC is succeeding,
in blowing me down...