Tears of a clown etched to hide my pain
That’s what I’d say, but now it’s just a game
For my personal gain
The paint is bleedin
As my tears are seepin
Who knew it
Would hurt this way
This pain, this ache
Is more than I can take
But the mask now, I feel
Has become something real
I laugh it off and push away
I really can’t give a fuck about tomorrow, today
Because hey I tried, I attempted
But they, they lied, no redemption
So I dip my palms
Recite the psalms
Call a prayer, a muse
As I’m left bemused
My hands feel the paint, stroke my face
I put on a show and if that’s the case
Why not just make it me?
That way you’ll never see the truth
Cuz I’m tucked away, safe with in my sleuth
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