Dante Maticus - Static Calluses

All the way again I follow
Without all the wishes
Whispered to me so I go

Master of circus bring me a good word
Master of circus may I have another?
May I have another?
The answer is no

Given one more chance but will
Has calluses
My will has calluses rupturing the core

One more waltz

It's getting rough around the edges
Of the canvas where I sleep
Stories getting harder to believe

It's more than a push of
The limit for me
I accept no sympathies

All the wishes whispered to me so I go

Master of circus bring me a good word
Master of circus may I have another?
May I have another?
The answer is no

Given one more chance but will
Has calluses
My will has calluses rupturing the core

Calluses, my will has calluses rupturing the core

Written by:
Dante Maticus

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