Swings and Roundabouts

My feelings are MY feelings, Born in some childhood place Long before I met you Perhaps before you yourself were born. They emerged on the bank of some shimmering stream Or in a bathroom splattered with blood from the gash in my head. You were not there Nor were you there when my heart was broken by a misdirected token of love Passed in class. My feelings are MY feelings They are the children I must care for, Be responsible for, be there for. Sometimes, I will let them run wild And, like a child, they will get hurt, But you do not hurt them. You Are just the swing From which they fell Doing so well the thing That swings do Going up and down All around We all love to swing on our swing Going up and down Off the ground And this is the song that we sing As we swing on our swing And go up and down, All around. We love to swing on our swing And go up and down, Off the ground And this is the song that we sing As we swing on our swing And go up and down, All around. We love to swing on our swing And go up and down, Off the ground and this is the song ……