Circus

Passenger

Sick of begging

Sick of trying to please

Sick of the struggle

Sick of your fake id



If I ever feel your scent again

Youre one fist to close



If I ever see your shadow again

Youre going down the hard way

They call me the comedy clown

They feed me waste in the gutter

They call me teh comedy clown

I am waste in the gutter



If I ever see you again

I'll be close to my grave

If I ever lie to you again

I'll be dirt

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