What You Can'T See

something lurks painful words simple plan disturbed man catch a glimpse makes you limp sharp pain runs in vain keep it coming no one is running try again so called friend head strong down to long take on you oops, you lose fearful words limber sword petty run ons fake bonds simple face complete waste sit a while walk your mile lost your touch don't count for much fallen clown pick up your crown broken and bent scrapes and dents see thru you not to true sit on your stool laugh at the fool left with a frown common for clowns point it out all in doubt everyone else put on a shelf set to blame all your game troubled boy too many toys keep it clear there is no fear keep it coming you'll go running head to head fist of lead never backing down you silly clown