You wake up one day
It's a Tuesday let's say
And you feel your heart is dying
As you don't believe in anything

Gone is your self-confidence
Destroyed is your faith in music
Words in your book don't make sense
Necessities are forgotten, even the basic

Who would care for a clown
When they are feeling dead
Who wouldn't want to lie down
Until all the blood in their hearts has bled

No one can ever understand
What's happening inside
Smiles and laughter work hand in hand
To mask out depressive side

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