And they called off the circus Burned the disco down When they sent home the horses And the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything To get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me Because I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself I can change everything about me to fit in You are not like the regulars The masquerade revellers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten
Mirror Ball Taylor Swift
_________________ And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah! The girl that's driving me mad is going away, yeah! Oh, she's got a ticket to ride She's got a ticket to ride She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care
I don't know why she's riding so high She ought to think twice, she ought to do right by me Before she gets to saying goodbye She ought to think twice, she ought to do right by me
_________________ And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
I am just another fool And I have to keep telling myself That I am just a hypocrite And I have to keep calling you one And I forgot to bite my tongue As my assumption is the mother of all mistakes So I assume the role, open my mouth And clumsy words escape
You are slippin' away I awake with your replacement A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place 'Cause you put me out, the butt of your sick joke Into this ashtray life as you come and go 'Cause I forgot to service you and we broke down And you can't live with my mistakes But I assume false grace, open my arms And grasp at something true
I bring out the worst in you And you try to let me know You bring out the worst in me Anxiety, anxiety I'm trying to let you go I assume the role, open my claws And grasp for your heart Into you, like a mortal stake So vindictive I'm slipping away Into this ashtray life The butt of your sick joke I'm trying hard to let you go
Violins Lagwagon
*Cellos too.
_________________ And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.