Circus

Circus

I am a stage, a show, yes, I'm a circus

I got it going on with clowns in me

Although I'm mad at them, they are my virtues

I am confusion, mess, and it's not hard to see.

It might seem I am a little selfish

Speaking my life I get it off my chest.

I must admit, I am a little "Deadish"

And if oblivion's my fate, I'd rather do it fast.

I am a circus, I'm a renegade

I might be mad cause I rebel against the Self

Sometimes my thoughts cut me like spades

Sometimes I am too tired of "Myselves"

We fight, we live we die together

Their rotten thoughts reflect in me

But if you read my life then I might last forever

Alive is what I always dreamed to be...

-Survive, Survive, Survive, Survive!

-You won't be long, you're twenty-five

My clowns play me on and on

They scream in me, they sing them songs...

Bring me pain in mass amounts

I'll take it all and set you free.

I am a circus, I'm a crowd;

I am the one that never flees!

My thoughts and feelings are well founded

By chains and ropes no more I'm bounded

I am 13, sometimes I am too crowded

I am a circus and I will do nothing about it!

[cyb]

12.03.2008

16:48

17.03.2008

23:03