I am not a holding cell for your misery
I am not a soundboard for your hate
You may have put me through a ringer,
But I am still the leader of this circus.
These are not my monkeys
My mirror-voice box
Blares louder than the honk
Of the clown car
And even though you've asked me about her
Even though you only seem to be around
When my life is tough
I keep thinking
Maybe this is worth more
Maybe this is worth the tears
Maybe she'll stop seeing stars
And start seeing dead fucking rocks
Because sometimes
There is a smaller difference between apes and humans
Than there is between comets and asteroids
And this galaxy
Is constantly reminding me
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
//not my circus not my monkeys is not my line. It was used as a prompt for this specific piece//
