You tell me you hate the circus
That the clowns remind you of your own reflection; with painted smiles to match your own
And shoes forcing you to recall the ones you have to fill
You tell me…
You tell me that you feel like you have an elephants memory but you wish you could forget
You tell me you live life like a trapeze artist but you manage to fall every time never learning from your mistakes 
the strong man only proves your weakness
And you envision yourself a big top saving them all from sunburn but feeling your own color fade… only for them to leave
You tell me and I reply…
I tell you that the sun may fade your color day after day you are the only one who gets to feel the warmth
I tell you Your laugh is freedom pressed down shaken together and running over
Your eyes shine like raindrops falling on a blacktop just beneath the street lights
And You may be a trapeze artist but something in the way you clench your fist proves that your walking on a rope thinner than most of ours
And your personality should exist somewhere over the rainbow
I tell you… 
With tears streaming down my face because I can't believe you don't know, I tell you that your smile comes with the anticipation of the top of a roller coaster
Finally, I tell you never to see yourself a circus if you dare to forget the laughter, the families walking hand in hand, and symphony of sounds just crazy enough to be music
I tell you that you seem to have forgotten walking out of the circus hands sticky from cotton candy sure that the experience is worth the mess. Your worth the mess. 
I tell you…
You know you can tell me right