Never won a medal for bravery
 Never won a medal for tact
 Never thought the [bad word] would enslave me
 Turn me into something so close to a liar

 I'm joining the circus
 I'm going away
 Waving from the boat
 I don't cry

 Looking at the ocean washes tear,
 away..

 I will arrange.
 Savor the lie..
 Go blind on all these words..
 Divine myself this urge.

 I'm joining the circus,
 [bad word] away
 The people I won't know,
 The places I won't stay.

 Now where is the circus?
 I only see clowns,
 Half naked girls and mirrors
 I leave them in the sea to drown.

 I love her now.