Circus

Tomorrow I will stretch out
 Like an acrobat
 And make my way to
 What's there
 I will get dressed
 Again, in spite of all
 With a laziness
 Of a circus
 Before or after the performance
 As I'm walking down the many stairs
 Remembering my stunts all over
 Remembering I'm sick and like to die
 I will be
 The only not mad woman in the park
 I will be
 What's left of longing on this earth
 It took two days to lead up to this agony
 Learning trust was just as slow
 I just stopped seeing you as my enemy
 I was not prepared to let you go
 I will be
 The only not mad woman in the park
 I will be
 What's left of longing on this earth