i’ve had a rough life, the singing clowns taught me
but you’ll see it was a good education i recieved
and no one can deny that i came from a good home
but these last few years it seems, i been going it alone
these days i feel like a criminal that respects the cops
it’s hard when the train wants to keep going but the tracks stop
trapped in a constant purple haze,
cause manic depression controls half my brain
while the other half thinks fear is pain
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