The lost clown

some of us are born to walk razors
sometimes prayer is salt
sometimes is balm
both heal my open sores
both with pain and joy
in a very satisfying twisted way
and i know i wouldn't have opted in a different way
the thousand guilts and joys crushed past
and i far to often blocked them away
pillow on the floor window remorse
my how the skyline slips away
and my pretend dreams beacome a little too real
say the word in the song
let me live with my pain
and feel the beauty of my own betrayal.
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Los Angeles 2003 - arriving from Paris