Circles کے بول

Hope is just a joke, we grab and choke it in the palm of our hand We fake it till we make it just to break it like it's part of the plan We're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles It's in under the skin, we scratch and itch and tear each other apart Then pull each other up, brush off the dust and stagger back to the start Because we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles We could make our way through hell But we keep tripping on ourselves Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles We could make our way through hell But we keep tripping on ourselves Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles Yeah, we're running in circles (Yeah, we're running in circles)