The voice inside just wants to scream out
but i choose to keep it hidden...

I gotta get out of here
leave the shattered glass on the ground...

Guess what all the clowns smiles are painted on...
hoping for other peoples joy to hide all they are...

Running through the corridors of her mind
the endless thoughts of hate...

Why does it feel like you don't care anymore
when you obviously do...

She didn't want to make it through
but she didn't want to be left alone...