They will laugh at my moves
that seem clumsy and goofy.
It will bring tears to their eyes,
tears so different from mine,
this pain that eat at me.
When the circus come to town
their prying eyes will be searching me.
While I'll open my heart
they will laugh at my hairs.
While my smile break into sobs
they will eat candy floss.
While I walk through the end
(
Read more... )