Found Dressed Like A Clown,
In A Dark Blue Haze
When The Fog Rolls In
It Drowns My Parade
Puddles That Collect All The Rain,
Like Thoughts That Continue To Race.
Am I Losing My Mind,
Or Am I Just That Insane.
I'm Frozen And Cold,
And The Clock Stands Still.
I Still Can't Decide,
How I Should Feel?
I Remain In The Dark.
The Clock Spins
Like A Wheel,
With Troubling Thoughts
That I Can't Conceal
So Never Mind Me
I Can Not Believe
I've Had To Much Of This
So Now I Have To Leave..
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