Tears
Of A Clown
Whose dream is this anyway?
Am I a game or toy to play?
I have this problem that I call a
heart.
All I ask is for another part.
My soul is tortured with the
memories of ghosts.
I've tried to lose them on many
other coasts.
But they follow me here, and they
follow me there.
They know I'm hurt, they're all
aware.
My demons protect me from all that
is good.
Or rather are bad but probably
should.
They see my torture and they weep
for my soul.
They're painful deaths were never my
goal.
I only have this moment for
tomorrow I die.
So I live for forever, and
sometimes I can't cry.
I miss my what? I don't know just
anymore.
I look at reality and live on the
floor.
Then there is you who I wish that
is me.
But a love much greater has made it
never to be.
You are giving me existence, and a
reason to hurt.
Why do I use it when I know that
it's burnt.
Someday I'll cry for you, I know
that it's coming.
While falling in love with both of
us running.
I am sick in the soul and I am
going to fall.
Are you going to catch me or do I
continue to crawl.
Escape is the answer for keeping me
cold.
Is it that you are ashamed or am I
just to old.
forget all of this, and all in this
way
I just need to talk, and this I
would say.
I had a dream again today, a
daytime dream.
September 9, 1999, 12:36 Am