About

In the face of vulgarity and hypocrisy, before the crowd I hide my defeat. A clown with a mask of joy, while inside my soul is broken. On the fatal track of my destiny, a cruel woman crossed my path. I’m the plaything of life’s hand, yet I feel my soul is lost. Clown… I am a sad clown, hiding my failure behind laughter of joy that chills me with fear. Clown… I am a sad clown, who in the middle of the night gets lost in the shadows, half laughter, half tears. I can’t bear this mask — and before the world I laugh, while inside my chest my heart is suffering. Clown. My Backup account is at @[email protected] I always follow back.