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Livin in a world, bound to go a little crazy

But you wake up and paint on the face that they see

People can be cruel and do cruel things

Day after day you hear them, making people feel down

And behind every happy face is a frown.

Some of us can't hide it with our clownlike makeup

So we go to extremes: tape and knives and we carve our face up into the picture of happiness we've always dreamed up.

Eventually you begin liking who you are

With our carved smile and made up face

And it scares people the way we've become

     Why should we apologize for the beast we are

     What can we say?

     No one ever apologized who made us this way