Paint by Nathan Brandon

Every day
the happiness is only faint
like a clown whose smile is only paint
he appears to be happy
but nobody knows he ain't
when he goes home
and takes off his face
you can clearly see
he's only a disgrace
hes just the joker
far from the ace

He wakes up late
puts on his nose
back to the fakeness
his dignity goes
as nobody would ever think
that there is a kink
deep in his heart
deep in his brain
depression sinking inside of his veins
so cold
time to amputate
so hungry
he's got nothing on his plate
no home
no hope at this rate

Every day
the joy only carries a spark of light
not enough for a fire
not enough for delight
nothing ever seems to catch that spark
his life is to dark
he needs to take a walk in the park
to try and think
think about who you are
but when you look at yourself
you look from too far
as your reflection
is all ready broken
you cant even start
you've fallen apart
now all you can do is pray
for a saint to rid you
of your progressing taint
because it made you
a clown
whose smile is only paint