i am like a rat in a trap
don't you fucking get near me
i will bite your hand if you reach
towards me you can't help me now
i don't know who you are but i
have these beautiful sharp teeth
i will chew my leg off just to
put a stop to this fucking pain

i am like a clown down your street
dancing keeping you happy
i can distract you amuse you
keep you occupied but
you can't see my face under paint
you don't know what i'm feeling
i am walking off i'm leaving
i'm getting out of this parade

it's over

i am like a lie in my room
counting and pacing the walls
i know how many bricks there are
stacked up like burning witches
they scream and they cry and finally
escape when they die
but i remain here, my jailer
waiting for the day when i say

it's over

Writer : CALDWELL, BOBBY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing