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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Who can bear such a loneliness of fake clown, laughing hard even the direst frown? It's desperate search for that sweet one, but luck's a fleeting ghost, and I'm on the run. Oh, I damn myself for believing this lie, I should have seen the truth with my foolish eye; that close friend of my silliness: a champion without a crown. I can't hold up the cup of triumph high to a happy crowd cheering as I cry, my spotlight's stolen bf that guy named Dion is all smiles and laughter while my pride is withdrawn. Ol, I damn myself for believing this lie, I should have seen the truth with my foolish eye; that close friend of my silliness, a champion with no crown, just emptiness. Where's my adorable queen dressed in red with lips that smell like roses instead? Not long ago, I was that stud in the game, but now I'm chilling in the shadows of shame. Please give me back my throne, don't wait; my ego is bruised and it's feeling great, I struggle to earn it feeling so low: his victory didn't blow me away you know. Oh, I damn myself for believing this lie, I should have seen the truth with my foolish eye; that close friend of my silliness: a champion with no crown, just emptiness. Where's my adorable queen, with that sexy glow? Is she kissing his cold lips down low? Staring in his untrue eyes, no spark; this lonely clown's left wandering in the dark. I'll pay my rage out, sing my respect; this restless spirit yearns for what's correct, a rhythm to chase, a swing to feel. Gotta find that queen, make the wound heal;. ah, this lonely clown ain't done yet; I'll laugh again: on my heart you can bet.
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