Lost in memories,
I don't remember anyone now.
I feel I'm the odd one out.
I remember the people around me,
but not the memories I created.
I don't think I created any.
The people around me made me feel overwhelmed.
I feel I'm not the person who belongs here.
Every day I forget everything,
but those scars make me feel the pain again.
I know I'm a loser.
Maybe one day
I'll become the winner
of being a loser.
The day goes on,
but I'm still stuck in my past.
I think I should leave them behind,
but this Ferris wheel brings me here again.
I go up and down,
again and again,
yet I remain trapped in this loop.
I can't get off.
I see the heights of my success,
but every fall steals a piece of my peace.
The motion makes me sick,
forcing old feelings back out.
I wish I could step off this Ferris wheel
and walk away from this amusement called life.
i wrote this while listening this song,with this view
