I think it’s funny how all the time,
People can’t see the truth behind my eyes
I think it’s funny that when I tell a lie,
I’m carried away with it to the sky
I laugh at the world bellow as they all see my pain,
And cry for me because I have no name
I think it’s funny how none of them see
I try so fucking hard just to be me
Every waking moment I spend searching for what I should be
“Follow this trail, that path,
And you’ll be set free”
At least that’s what they tell me
I think it’s funny that what I turn out to be,
Is nothing more than the pen and paper I’m written with
I think it’s funny that I’ll never be me,
Except when I’m alone and my darkest thoughts guide my hand
And I think it’s funny how they’ll never understand,
That I laugh at their pain while they cry at mine
And I’m losing my fucking mind with each laugh
