In Rounds

All the while I hear you wrestle down
The pain that you make up
I know because I’m always doing that
Putting myself through some useless stuff
I love the way that you sing aloud
But you never do it much
I’m always howling in the face of crowds
Trying to get it out and have some fun
For a while
Not long
I’m gone and bound to get gone again
And run
In Rounds
Just to make a hunger fester within