Sometimes & Behind Glass Walls
Sometimes I wonder if anyone realises that even clowns like us have the right to be down
Sometimes I wonder if people think that my job defines all that is me
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth - that
sometimes I cry behind closed doors, reality weighing heavily on me
sometimes I drink my life away, trying to forget life itself
Sometimes I find it funny that a clown like me has forgotten how to laugh.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine but even clowns lead sad lives.
Sometimes even clowns need an escape, a release.
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Behind glass walls
Behind the glass walls
I prance and prowl
I know they’re watching
I know they want me.
Behind the glass walls
I wonder if they know
That they look real pathetic to me
That they look weak
Behind the glass walls
Lies the outside world
Yet this is where I belong
- behind the glass walls.
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I just wish I can start writing something more substantial than well, rants and horrendous excuses for poetry. :(
It's real irritating when you see a freaking movie in your head but you've no words to describe it. That every word you've forced out slowly kills it until it fades away, a mere fragment, lost forever in the wide empty space called the brain.
Sometimes I wonder if people think that my job defines all that is me
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth - that
sometimes I cry behind closed doors, reality weighing heavily on me
sometimes I drink my life away, trying to forget life itself
Sometimes I find it funny that a clown like me has forgotten how to laugh.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine but even clowns lead sad lives.
Sometimes even clowns need an escape, a release.
********************************************************************
Behind glass walls
Behind the glass walls
I prance and prowl
I know they’re watching
I know they want me.
Behind the glass walls
I wonder if they know
That they look real pathetic to me
That they look weak
Behind the glass walls
Lies the outside world
Yet this is where I belong
- behind the glass walls.
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I just wish I can start writing something more substantial than well, rants and horrendous excuses for poetry. :(
It's real irritating when you see a freaking movie in your head but you've no words to describe it. That every word you've forced out slowly kills it until it fades away, a mere fragment, lost forever in the wide empty space called the brain.