• i stand alone in the surrounding darkness
    it consumes us all at some point in our lives.
    i look above at the two-faced clouds that relentlessly rain down on me
    for what seems like an eternity...
    tears escape from my eyes,
    hidden by the rain
    i've always trusted to cover up my pain...
    why?
    because to show tears would show the two-faced clouds weakness.
    you look into my eyes
    and what do you see?
    you see the outside act;
    not the real me.
    never see the inside where i'm strapped down,
    tied down,a prisoner of my pain,
    of my sadness,
    prisoner of my hatred for my own life.
    prisoner of my own hand
    and the gleaming little knife
    that hides behind my fingers.
    i'll always fall down,
    the crying clown
    that hides behind the mask...
    but i'll always smile for all of you...
    but soon the fake will fade away,
    as the real me
    bleeds through