Around and around I go, my head in a spin.
I look into the crowd. I'm afraid to be part of reality.
The clowns all around me, I know they're fake.
Their true colours hidden by painted smiles, and fat kids and adults, stuffing their face.
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Originally posted 2007-06-15 19:18:04. Republished by Old Post Promoter
