Joy and Pain

Set on a battlefield, disguised as a playground

Most people pass me by to play-round, but never stay down

Or up, I think I might be stuck

In a pattern of feeling closer to Saturn then dropping down where the ants had snuck

On this seesaw for like way too long

And I done seen and saw it all, this world done did me wrong

Sometimes I get up and leave cause I'm not too strong

Every time it's the same old song

Tell me what's going on

My seats are tattered, surprised by now they ain't shattered

My screws chatter, they loose, the screech don't get no bad-er

My handle's rusty, I'll hold my own, I'd rather trust me