I'm staring at these empty walls they remind me off the strangers I used to call friends, untill they egnored me and left me with so many 'I cants'. Now I'm save as being the clown because no one will bring the funny one down. I relly on people to finish my sentences because everyting i tried to tell you you thought was nonsense. When I talk about my friends there are not many, but if I try to stand up for something suddenly there are plenty.. all ready to put me back in scilence. They are lucky I'm not into violence. I chose to be the clown because they never bring the funny one down.
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