WE USE TO ALWAYS BE TOGETHER.
WHEN I CRIED, SHE TRIED TO MAKE IT ALL BETTTER.
WHEN I FALLED DOWN, SHE WAS MY CLOWN.
WHEN HE WOULD SCREAM, SHE MADE ME DREAM OF A HAPPY PLACE.
BUT NOW THAT SHE IS GONE, WHO IS GOING TO MAKE ME FEEL GOOD?
WHO WOULD BE MY CLOWN?
WHO IS GOING TO MAKE ME DREAM?
NOW THAT SHE IS GONE...
WHO IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM DROWNING IN MY TEARS, WITHOUT LETTING THE YEARS TEAR ME APART?
