Clouds and clowns

A short song, the eyes of an outcast look at the people that were once their friends.

Running, so far away, running from who I am.
Trying, trying to fly, but falling down again
And the clouds, look down on me.
But as I open my eyes, I can see
The masks they wear
And the stars shine so bright
When I'm gone.
With the love that is now this song.

Falling, into the dark, or is it the blinding light?
Crying, crying alone, in this sullen void
And the clowns, are laughing at me.
But as I turn back the time, I can see
The smiles that they wore
And their eyes shone so bright,
But that's gone.
With the hope that I could belong.

And do you remember?
Those happy days?
You'll say that we were too young,
That we didn't understand,
But what are we now?
Only clouds and clowns.


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