Go buy yourself a brand new face.
It might save you from the exhaustion of pretending. That's what you want, that what's you need. That's what they want you to think. Wipe the tears and put a smile. Fake and ugly one. And i'm sick of those. They haunt me like creepy clowns in the night. It is a sad, sad world with sad sad people. Some of them are just really sad clowns with no more confetti to waste. What if i say i'm not like the others? Then, i would be a liar. I would be just like everybody else.