Monte Pittman The Circle
You turn, just to spite me
You run where I cannot see
You walk all over me
But you wont, you wont
You know
what you'll never be
Bestow all your pleasantries
You love to incite me
But you wont, no you wont
Everytime I hear the sound
of footsteps walking up to my door
I turn around and I don't see your face
inside my mind anymore
The circle is now complete
The loser admits defeat
Taking them by surprise
And noone will realize
You want what you can't posess
You love for me to confess
You say that you were the best
But you're not no you're not
Turn the spinning wheel and turn me out
to where there's nothing at all
Slipping through my fingers losing grip
and I can still hear you fall
The circle is now complete
The loser admits defeat
Taking them by surprise
And noone will realize
The circle is now complete
The boundaries are obsolete
From ashes the flames will rise
A blessing that's in disguise
It doesn't matter
what you cannot see
Some things are better
A mystery
Turn the spinning wheel and turn me out
to where there's nothing at all
They're slipping through my fingers
losing grip and I can still hear you fall
The circle is now complete
The loser admits defeat
Taking him by surprise
And noone will realize
The circle is now complete
The boundaries are obsolete
From ashes the flames arise
A blessing that's in disguise
