Have you ever looked down?
Down at yourself?
Are you like the tearfaced clown?
The one whos left by himself on the shelf
As the tear
It will all dissapear...
Never knew your real life
As you where born from above
Pretend to not feel the knife
Who was created from hate and love
As your smile
Your pain will hide...
Can you finally see?
Or are you to blind
Didnt grow with lifes tree
Your always left behind
As your pain
Your life will show you what you gain...
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