Threw some sand into my eyes
and fed me with your filthy lies
Blind to cut your rope off me
I expect no honour but the chains won’t free
In my cradle of care constantly slumber
mentally in coma

Overfrustrating
Corny flattering
Jealousy caused by hate
Just can’t sit and wait

Mark me clown
confusion all the time

Sell my care
Weight that I used to bear
Declined to mental coma
wide awake

Been too far like no matter at all
Now wash my hands with firmness
finally stand tall

Fixed with words
no consequences if
grip has meant to loose
Left for days
left for weeks
Passion or glory? You choose

Over counsellings
Corny words or sin
Jealousy caused by acts
Waiting for inner facts

Mark me clown
confusion all the time

Sell my care
Weight that I used to bear
Declined to mental coma
`til slumbering

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