Chaos ran her course
For better? Maybe for worse.
Round our circle, change our minds
Another thousand times.
We're young, so what's it matter
If one's left broken and the other shattered.
Feeling like a one way street,
You should come with a cheat sheet.
We're still here, made us stronger?
Will our circle last a little longer?
Or will one choose
And let the last lose?
Will it go back to square one; first of the tracks
And let the odd one out fall through the crack?