SAD CLOWN
In a chest vulgar of hypocrisy
Before people hide my defeat
I'm Clown with a mask of joy
But I am broken inside my soul.
In the fatal track of my destiny
But I feel like my soul is lost.
a clown a sad clown,I'm a sad clown
I hide my failure
With laughter and joy
They fill me with dread
Clown, I'm a sad clown
In middle of the night
I get lost in the gloom
With my laughter and my tears
I can not stand my mask
To the world I'm laughing
And in my chest
My heart suffering
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