her smile is a sad one
but it always comes free
as she spins in slow circles
just as if she were three

her eyes are still innocent
but her heart is now torn
for as she's spinning in circles
we look on with scorn

her steps start to falter
her gaze is confused
and she falls in mid-circle
and cries as if she'd been used

her kneecaps are bleeding
and tears plentif'ly fall
and the crowd 'round her is laughing
but in spite of it all

a smile starts to tug
at the edges of her lips
and she draws a circle in the dirt
with her very fingertips

and then pushes herself up
and starts to spin again
tired of all the cynicism
that had swallowed all her friends

you see this girl isnt young at all
she's late into seventeen
but she's spinning through life's ups and downs
and through its in-betweens

and though her smile is sometimes sad
its never really gone
and even though they laugh at her
she'll keep spinning on