• Maybe it's not on purpose, but they bring me down,
    what ever is done, its my mistake. I'm the clown.

    What ever happens, it has something to do with me,
    never they'll let me hide, as a cowerd like I want to be.

    Confront me in my face, even when it'll cause pain,
    I don't want it anymore, it will drive me insane.

    Comment's on everything, no matter
    They bring me down, instead of making it better.

    They make me feel stupid about all that I do,
    I wish I had someone to talk to.