If i knew then what i should know now,I wouldn't change a single second.
In this Circus of stars only clowns know how,
Fake smiles and promises turns our upside down.
BCause the clowns are the main attraction,
In the business we call show.
And their many captives surround them,
And cheer on as they choke.
Some are addicted to honeymoons,
sex and a drug called love.
A Spectator sport for some of us,
clinging to your false hope.
That the act was real,
And your words held some meaning,
To those in your front row.
Justified collateral damage,
Line the streets to your home.
The hearts and corpses you left behind,
Will burn your big top down.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. (c) 29,08,08.
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