I changed my mind. Here's how:
I am upset now, I'm begging to talk to a clown.
Your jokes are washed up, and you have a permanent - stagnant frown.
Even your smile is broken and down.
Am I the joker and you the thief?
Who knows about the secrets you keep?
You find happiness in others and mimic it.
You're not real. You're full of shit.
I'm sick of being sorry for something you did.
I'm sick of being upset over a pig.
Put that in your notes.
I'm refusing to be the punchline of another shitty joke.
