Just like the clown
I am sad
underneath every painted face
is a mask
why did you let it go
so your make up could run
all the colours of your face
sure look spun

So when when
will you feel pain again
always and honestly after
every sin
Im smiling
now you see the scary side
Im a twin
the other ones in.

Why is everything itching
to get out
all your left with is you pale
and your crowd
we really must teach them
to ignore
in every hopeless place
so just like me
the dark rests my taste.

another and
how many feel this way
all kids act like this for days
whoever notices
pick at your wounds
once a month
under the mask
who ever frays
did they see them coming for you
yes the truth has its ways
but the mask hides the execute
so the executioner stays.

So at home at last
from the school
the very place I pass
every single day at home
the truth is always masked.

So when when
when will the illusion end
only during comercial breaks
after I go to bed
take off the painting off youth
show bruises instead
how dare you speak in voilece
towards the bed
so now the clown smile slips
a little to the left.