I am tired of this circus, be strong for what purpose?
Tired of the charade, all I want is to fade away.
Red nose like a clown, I feel like I'm from out of town.
I feel like a lost soul, that was far away from my goal.
I hate the fake smile, that has never been my style.
I have never been hostile, that doesn't fit my profile.
I wish I could punch them in the face, to create some space.
That's not the case, but I cannot continue at this pace.
I feel buried alive, not sure how I survive.
All my energy is gone, wishing for a new dawn.
With age comes wisdom, my vision is my prison.
Hard to let go and break free, why have you forsaken me?