She's in the Carousel of Unending Happiness Now

Your RingMaster,

The Carousel of Unending Happiness takes you high and makes you insane like a chameleon’s heart on a mirror. Fog on the window pane is a ghost over her self. She walked like she wore a tarot card on her back but couldn't look back. Let her lie, lost in love and all alone. She hasn't lost herself, she's just lost you, she's higher than you now. Cause getting her back now is like prying needles from the cold dead hand. So have your hopes and hold them tight. Is it right to let her fly? Let her fly, she could have been high, but you kept her down in the pit with stitches on smiles. Some need dreams for hope, but you kept her awake for ten days going and she’s nothing but strong now.

Cause she's felt down like corned beef hash in a Dixie cup. You made her dreams stick and sink down the kitchen sink. While her needle blissfully ran off with her spoon. It's like drowning in the sky, and ever since she rode the Carousel she shines like lightning bugs swimming on Little Star Drops. The Carousel’s embrace is bright and there's still a crack in her bottle, but it's just a smile on her friend. If there was a ship at the bottom of the bottle, she'd sail it to an end. She knows you had been putting water in her gin. The placebo tastes fine, but she doesn't really care, the feeling was still there. Now her Lemmings' tears said: "tell me, tell me why does it feel good to cry." She sat dried out like cracked eyeballs, her crayon stains still on the wall. And she is bright like nightmares and loud like an ever-echoing song sound inside. Forever she will ride and so will you.

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