Inside my head
Memories of the future
Belong to the past
But I cant remember
When time goes too fast
I know you were hiding
Underneath my skin
I tried to pull you out
But you let yourself in
I tried to setlle down
The circus im my head
I'd tell you if I had to
My memories are dead
To stop yourself from bleeding
When knifes cut to deep
To stop yourself from dying
And cry yourself to sleep
The circus that is falling
The animals are gone
I'm only the clown
That stayed to sing the song
But spotlights never find me
They just trie to avoid
I know I would believe you
Just say I'm paranoid
But underneath this circus
Red noses, yellow hair
Remains only the question
Am I realy there?
Belong to the past
But I cant remember
When time goes too fast
I know you were hiding
Underneath my skin
I tried to pull you out
But you let yourself in
I tried to setlle down
The circus im my head
I'd tell you if I had to
My memories are dead
To stop yourself from bleeding
When knifes cut to deep
To stop yourself from dying
And cry yourself to sleep
The circus that is falling
The animals are gone
I'm only the clown
That stayed to sing the song
But spotlights never find me
They just trie to avoid
I know I would believe you
Just say I'm paranoid
But underneath this circus
Red noses, yellow hair
Remains only the question
Am I realy there?
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2007 | ||
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