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