Clowns and Mimes

Im surrounded by girls dressed as clowns

So fake they never frown

Cant tell them apart just from appearance

In their personality, doesnt seem to be a difference

All wearing flowers with water deep inside

Squirting you in the face, washing away your pride

They talk behind your back to their friends

Like pulling out scarves from their sleeves, its never ending

Getting new boys every day

They are all like balloons, formed in any way

Always end up popping

Endless cycle, never stopping

Im surrounded by guys dressed as mimes

Mute, cant speak what is on their mind

Never using their true voice

They think they have no choice

Pretending something exist, but truly isnt there

Misleading your mind, its just not fair

Starring into their eyes

Makes you believe all their lies

Stuck in a box, they are pretending

A key is what your sending

Acting like it doesnt fit the hole

Deep down they all have no souls