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Rated: E · Lyrics · Arts · #2278070
personal. A bit of a story about myself.
My life
(My life)
Has been full of dismay.
Dreaming about true love, every single day.
Sadly, I’ve been battered and bruised.
Looking for love, left worn and used.

My life
(My life)
Has been empty until today.
This is my story, I must convey.
Chasing after my dreams, alone and totally confused.
If it comes back, I’ll be happy and amused.

I’ve been a sad clown, a vagabond, a mime, a ghost, and a king.
I’ve been used, abused, ignored, and kicked living without a thing.
Every time I find myself caught in last place.
I realize that there’s always another vying to take my place.

My life
(My life)
I’ve been caught in a play.
Hoping for a love filled tomorrow, to fill my day.
Hiding all my sad love filled blues.
Wearing a smile, regardless how I’ve been used.

(My life
(My life)
At times it does fall apart.
Yet sadness takes cover when I frame others with my art.
Hiding away all that I can do.
Taking nothing for granted, staying humble and true.

I’ve been a sad clown, a vagabond, a mime, a ghost, and a king.
I’ve been used, abused, ignored, and kicked living without a thing.
Every time I find myself caught in last place.
I realize that there’s always another vying to take my place.
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