I can’t help but feeling like some sad fucking clown in a crappy little circus in some lifeless town. And I can’t wait to get out because I hate this place and this stupid makeup on my face. Everywhere I go I fuck things up somehow. No matter how I try I can’t get it figured out. It’s raining shit and I’m not wearing rubber boots today. Nothing ever goes my way. It’s raining shit, can you believe it. Neither could I, until I could feel it. And you don’t realise what it means to be dry till you’re all soaking wet and you’re covered in crap. Everywhere I go I fuck things up somehow. I can’t help but feeling like some sad fucking clown.
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