I don't mind if my positions
My behaviour, my disposition can hurt
I don't like your kind of hanging around
Again and again and again...
And for all your accusations
They're just nice congratulations to me
Vain poetry
I couldn't say it better than this
That's just me
I'm not your clown
Anymore
I came home and cooled down a bit but I could not sleep
My head would not let me be
'Cause I had been smiling, had been kind
And I had been a fake all day
Now I know that I can't take it
Now I swear that I won't do it again
Not that make-up again
Whatever it was
It's not stuck on my face today
Just like a clown
Oh, I was
Such a pretty pretty boy
Such a very nice boy
Such a very smart boy
Such a pretty
And I don't care 'bout memories
Melting in flames of artificial hells
We could as well let 'em burn
Let 'em burn, never mind
Here I come down
Oh, I was
Such a pretty pretty boy
Such a very nice boy
Such a very smart boy
Such a pretty