carnival girl.

she's going crazy -- kindasorta, anyway.
she thinks, maybe she's only losing it a little,
she thinks, maybe she's only losing it a lot.
she's going crazy in a mental-heart-ache-kinda-way.

her mind's displayed on the canvas,
various colors streaked across the surface;
red, purple, pink, black, brown, gray: all intermingling;
red, purple, pink, black, brown and gray all bleeding.
bleeding.

her heart's scattered across the gravel,
countless shards of glass strewn along the road.
the sun glares off the pieces of her heart,
glinting prismatic colors; the corners jagged and sharp,
and bleeding.

her life's put on show in the latest movie release;
a 'guaranteed hit,' advertised on commercials and previews.
she's the latest attraction; the latest movie star,
so everyone can watch her smile, laugh, cry,
and bleed.

she's the latest freak coming in with the carnival
--the carnival's in town, did you know?
people come and gather to see the broken girl.
and they all watch and marvel as she smiles and laughs and cries,
and bleeds from her heart and eyes.

she's going crazy -- kindasorta, anyway.
she thinks, maybe she's only losing it a little,
she thinks, maybe she's only losing it a lot.
she was broken down piece by piece,
and she thinks she's too broken to fix herself.