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My whole life it is misery |
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My whole life it is grief |
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The face-paint it just hides my soul |
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My life is a deceit |
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My makeup lies redundant now |
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Between my canvas walls |
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The lip rouge and the face-paint |
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Are no longer on call |
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And my photographs |
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They're all fading fast |
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The children are all adults now |
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And their memories did not last |
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Well, no one really laughed at me |
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Just a clown who is now dead |
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And my suicide, my suicide, my suicide note read: |
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My life it was misery |
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My life it was all grief |
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And the face-paint hides my soul |
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My life is a deceit |
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Well, the blood has darkened now |
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Upon my suicide note |
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And I lie in my paupers grave |
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Along with my cut throat |
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And my whole life it was misery |
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And my whole life it was grief |
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And the face-paint it just hides my soul |
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My whole life was a deceit |
