Repentance and repulsive of my memories.
From what could've seemed like a bad dream.
Being born into a family of disguise.

Yeah we are all clowns.
We are all clowns.
But I know we all would like a reprint.

I know we all would like a remix.
Escaped to a better place where I'm okay.
But I left some there in the house yet to burn alive.

If just someone could react.
But there's no $#&@ing way to do that.
So I made me free. And so I fled.

But I do nothing but regret the fact that I left.