The clown . . .
Was i the one you denied
without getting to know
i didnt think my looks would let you know that
i am not what you looking for
was i the one you denied
on that rainy night when you
would talk to your pillows
to afriad to say hello to me in front of your friends
was i the one you denied
when you had no one turn to
i ask you did you need help
and you said you had by yourself
was i the one you denied
when you had no friends but funny
thing is after you denied me
the ones you thought was closes denied you also. . . . .
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