Nobody cares about the clown when his sadness has taken over
When the world has overwhelmed him it's hard even staying sober
As he clings on to the past and replaying his favorite moments
Realizing so much has changed he breaks down and lay there hopeless
Somedays I feel progression
Somedays I wanna end it
Somedays I value friendship
But cave into depression
Cutting communication like this is the perfect therapy
Wondering if somebody will ever ever be there for me
Before I admit I’m wrong, I’ll play the victim
Blame the world before I beg for it’s forgiveness
I live inside of my head some thoughts must get evicted
Someone take it all away I just hope that I’ll never miss it
As time goes on, traveling through each outcomes
Til I no longer am a victim, or a dweller for nostalgia
It’s me against the world, till kingdom come
It’s me against the world, till kingdom come