Clown World

I love you forever 💛 I am hurt feeling hurt
Your pain is precious, and I'll make it worse
Your panacea i wish i could always be
Mythical analgesia by emotional decree
All of the kings horses aren't worth a fuck
And all of his men are shit out of luck
So great a fall, it may as well be star struck
Shit hit the fan and has since run amok
Pay no mind to the tales of the fae
Fairytails that wag when we gave them a name
We were too careless now nothings the same
The sorrows beheld, only ourselves to blame
Pointing the finger 👉 to reflective gestures
Whatever mattered until the wounded festers
Weeping of resentment for any evil was lesser
Optimism still failure by any standard of measure
I wish I could have and know that i should
But hindsight at present will do us no good
It fucking hurts all that i knew it would
The love we have is all I've understood...
What happens to the best made plans
When everything is unraveling quick as sand
Like through an hourglass, falls through my hands
I am beyond help, helpless as the situation stands
And there is nothing I've got that will help me now
I've got to come to terms but I'm lost as to how
Impressive distress and the world is upside down
What a joke aint it funny to sure feel like such a fuckin clown

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