Circus şarkı sözleri

Sick of begging Sick of trying to please Sick of the struggle Sick of your fake ID If I ever feel your scent again You're one fist to close If I ever see your shadow again You're going down the hard way They call me the comedy clown They feed me waste in the gutter They call me the comedy clown I am waste in the gutter If I ever see you again I'll be close to my grave If I ever lie to you again I'll be dirt