Speaking in Circles

Its just another day, of me thinking just the same.
And here I go wondering, if it'll ever change.
Change like the flowers bloom,
change like the stuff we do.
And here I go wondering, like everyday before.
It never changes, just the same
and I'm ok with that. For if it didn't
well then I'd be very lack.
Open your eyes to the questions,
the answers are where you don't think.
And here I speak in circles now
turning around the idea's you preach.
Loving you was just a dream,
like the prince in the ever after world.
But I'll point out now, and forever more.
that prince was just a very convincing actor,
and that trusty steed, but a well painted toy.
So I'll spin your ideals around like a top,
making them fall to the ground.
And I'd like to inform you as your head starts to pulse
all will be alright now.
For thinking is thinking, and your not alone
my head hurts a lot of the time too.
I find its my own fault
as I hope and pray, that someday the dreams will come true.
For I see myself thinking its all this good
and thinking its a magical world.
Only to have it broken quite quickly
as I'm dreaming of things that could never come true.
And ideals get broken, and dreams fall apart,
nothing is great and everywhere is just a start.
So I'm turning in circles and speaking them to
because that's the logical thing to do.
So speak in a circle, dream as you wish,
and remember its always the same
for ideals get broken, and dreams fall apart,
nothing is great and everywhere is just another start.