Battle Scars Beneath The Make-Up

I could say everything in life
is poofy clouds and shit
but I was never one to lie
and sunshine makes me sick

I could tell you how I feel oppressed
while you pretend to help
my words could make you so depressed
you might go hang yourself

But I don't wanna bring you down
I'm not that type of dude
I'd rather just act like a clown
and make you think I'm rude

My only gift is mystery
a trait that keeps me interesting
I wear a fake smile to conceal
the secrets I cannot reveal

If you could see past my disguise
you'd leave me in disgust
and it should come as no surprise
there's no-one I can trust

There's nowhere I can go for help
when I can't even trust myself
this curse I'm blessed with pulls me down
I'm just another skitzo clown