Lyrics: cheryl chow
Music: Cheryl Cheuk Wing Chow
Producer: cehryl
So the circuit goes:
The ride is surreal
My hand’s on the wheel
But i don’t have control
Let the illusion slow
From the edge of my seat
I’m ready to reach out
Still the circuit goes:
There’s rust on the steel
It’s part of the deal
That they don’t let me go
Am I far too close?
Did my memory retreat?
Did the distance repeat itself?
*borderline, my eyes are on the prize
I’m spinning inwards but it feels like otherwise
So I burn, I spiral
I burn, like fractals
You’ve drained me dry
It wasn’t part of the plan
I understand it
I won’t take what’s not mine
Power’s running low
I carry the hurt
From doubting what i deserve
*borderline, my eyes are on the prize
I’m spinning inwards but it feels like otherwise
So I burn, I spiral
I burn, like fractals
I burn, I spiral
I burn, like fractals