Circus Flowers

Circus Rose

"Don't come back here, this ain't your home."

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She was a ring master, someone who could take the hearts of 'em all

It came crashin' down, and she never saw the fall

She left her circus, then she went off to make her own

And as she sold her tickets, she thought that it all was said and done

She traded a blossom for a rose, held it close to her heart

But today the thorns have shown, and she should have known from the start

She didn't even like sunflowers, but she did it for her rose

Now the petals are crushed, and shes screamin' "THIS AIN'T YOUR HOME"
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"Don't come back here, this ain't your home"

~

The clowns are sad, the jester has quit the job

A Circus Freak's hands are covered in blood

Shes written one final message, one in blood on the wall

And may she have one crushed rose when the curtain falls

She used to throw the rose out into the crowd,

But she was convinced and told that it was too loud

Now she throws the rose, straight down with the trash

She don't want you, she should take her deadly blossom back

Her final message, the one written on her grave

Is left for the rose, may the cuts on her hands be saved

"Don't come back here, this ain't your home"

"You're not welcome, leave me alone"

The thorns have scraped her heart, one too many times

May she stop crawlin' back, may she sing this rhyme

Because today, the rose has gone away

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She forgave despite her ways, again and again,

For the roses thorns, it was the beauty that reeled her in

Finally she had enough, it was time to say goodbye

the rose came crawlin' back, and it was askin' why

but the thorns really sting, and the sunflowers petals soon turned red

Finally she said "that hurts" it was time to crush the rose until she was dead

She should welcome back her blossom, though it poisoned her heart so bad,

She's starting to hate flowers, because before the rose, it was the only flower she ever had.

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"Don't come back here, this ain't your home"

~

The clowns are sad, the jester has quit the job

A Circus Freak's hands are covered in blood

Shes written one final message, one in blood on the wall

And may she have one crushed rose when the curtain falls

She used to throw the rose out into the crowd,

But she was convinced and told that it was too loud

Now she throws the rose, straight down with the trash

She don't want you, she should take her deadly blossom back

Her final message, the one written on her grave

Is left for the rose, may the cuts on her hands be saved

"Don't come back here, this ain't your home"

"You're not welcome, leave me alone"

The thorns have scraped her heart, one too many times

May she stop crawlin' back, may she sing this rhyme

Because today, the rose has gone away

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I miss you, but you're no good for me

I don't like the pain, there ain't nothin' to gain

I want you back, I need your soft petals to brush my slit skin

But I know that I'll get hurt if you come back here again

I can't have you here, though some part of me will want you back

Give me your ticket, you don't need it,

Join another circus, this one ain't for you

Because today, the rose has gone away

~

"Don't come back here, this ain't your home"

~

The clowns are sad, the jester has quit the job

A Circus Freak's hands are covered in blood

Shes written one final message, one in blood on the wall

And may she have one crushed rose when the curtain falls

She used to throw the rose out into the crowd,

But she was convinced and told that it was too loud

Now she throws the rose, straight down with the trash

She don't want you, she should take her deadly blossom back

Her final message, the one written on her grave

Is left for the rose, may the cuts on her hands be saved

"Don't come back here, this ain't your home"

"You're not welcome, leave me alone"

The thorns have scraped her heart, one too many times

May she stop crawlin' back, may she sing this rhyme

Because today, the rose has gone away

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I can't believe you left me all alone,

this crowd ain't for you, please leave, my precious Circus Rose