I don't want to think about my past,
Who doesn't know? It's not going to last,

Hiding my pain, I put on my gown,
Wondering if I ever could get out of this town,

When I reach the ladder to go up,
Something pulls me back with a struck,

I walk into the marquee of this freak show,
'I am the odd one' is what I come to know,

The carousel takes me back to the day I first rode,
Since then I have been going round and round and nothing more,

"Is this a nightmare?" is what I think,
"No" , says a clown with a mysterious ,atrocious blink,

I run as fast as I can, far away from there,
But the horror won't let me go, it's always here

Memories haunt me on my way to life,
Help me –I guess I'm not doing it right

As the moon lit the grass from far away
And the wind sings along with your heartbeat.
I feel like a Giselle, beholding your formal past,
And unfold a twist within our path.

Your smile may sting like the Dickens.
And your words may be poison to my ears.
But the spell of lust had shaken me,
From the established wounds of fears.

Your eyes shine bright like the galaxies,
Each glance plants a star on my face.
Each slow, sweet gesture,
Draws constellations I can never trace.

You pulled me closer, dear.
With an embrace, so warm but, yet so unloved.
And an agonizing whisper that says,
**"I can never be enough."