Tired
Always tired
Trouble starts
Stress rises
Heart beats quicken
Sick of being tired
Tired of being sick
Tired of everything
That used to be who I am
I'm confused
I hate confusion
One walks in
One walks out
One can't stay away
And now this
Indecision
This non-comprehension
I don't know what to feel
I don't know what I feel
I don't know if I want any feeling
What is love?
Nothing solid
Can't keep it
Can't catch it
Hate is love
In its own way
I don't hate
Does that mean I don't love?
I don't care
What does that mean?
To feel empty
But not lonely?
I do feel empty
But I don't care
It sucks
But the answers
Just aren't there
I want to run
To hide
But where?
It just seems pointless
I just want out
But to what?
The grass isn't greener
It's just as dead
I'll just be in the same place
With a new face
Does it matter
I'll be empty anyway
And when it fails
I'll be alone too
Does that matter?
To me is it ever real anymore?
Motions
Going through the motions
Be a clown
Paint away the frown
Paint the glass
Hide the window
Be what they want
Make them happy
Maybe that will make me happy
Maybe not
Probably not
But then at least one is happy
Is it so bad to want?
What has the world taught you?
Yes...
Why is it so bad?
Because there is always someone else stealing the thunder
You can't shine in a lit place
And there is no more darkness
No more peace
No more safe places
Just fake light
I don't care to cry anymore
Or maybe I can't cry anymore
To always feel it and never cry
Does that matter
To anyone but me?
No...
Not even to me
I can't be this way
But I can't stop
Keep hiding
Don't make waves
Be okay
Because it's easier for them
Easier for acceptance
And that's all you will have
Tolerance
Tolerated
I don't mind being with you
I don't mind talking
Don't mind
You don't mind
I mind...
But what does that matter?
Fade back
Not important
Keep smiling your painted smile little girl
But at twelve-HIDE
There are no pumpkins for you
No glass slippers
No happy mice to comfort you
No prince to come and take you away...
But still must you hide your face...
No one loves a clown at midnight
Until then
The smile is painted
And beyond the clown is dancing
And the clown
Assures the crowd is rolling,
But who cares
What that midnight toll is tolling?
The last one gongs
And the tears are flowing
But no one knows,
They just keep rolling...

No one loves a clown at midnight.