going across a desert trying to find something
everything piling upΒ on your shoulders
to find a circus full of lights in a dark cold desert
filled with candy lights and people but remain alone
but who cares their is a magicians, candy, everything fun
at the end when the lights go out
everything goes dark and the desert is still their the dark cold desert
the sand the feels chill rough against your feet as you drag them
trying to find the reason for all the weight and the guilt upon your shoulder
to replay something you want to end already while everyone expects you to be happy
smile your being looked at