Circus Girl |
The Circus is in town, Everyone wants to go A sole figure in the air, preparing to put on a show The beautiful circus girl, look at her balance up above Being alone and in the air, is all she truly loves The spotlight illuminates her, she flashes a friendly smile She waves to all then jumps, she flies with grace and style Ear piercing silence as she begins to swing An angel is above, watch her spread her wings A glimpse of the figure, flipping with ease She's not a Circus freak, when she swings from the trapeze. A smile on her face, as she soars so high But a grin can be deceitful, the truth is in her eyes Paint upon her face, is nothing but a mask Her eyes are gaping cracks, to a tormenting past But she is a performer, why should she be sad Perhaps she is lonely, without a mom, or a dad Maybe she was abandoned, Maybe she ran away Maybe she says it's nothing, but maybe her eyes will say Maybe the pain comes, from a cruel unwanted name Maybe she doesn't love her gift, maybe it's her source of pain She flies above the world, the audience holds their breath A slight miscalculation, and she falls to her death. All the pain she endured, has made her body weak They can say hurtful names, but you'll always be my Circus Freak Live a life of sorrow, death becomes a gift My perfect little Circus Freak, I hope you know you are missed |