found dressed like a clown in a dark blue haze
when the fog rolls in, it drowns my parade

puddles collecting the rain, like thoughts that continue to race
am i losing my mind or am i just that insane

i'm frozen and cold, the clock stands still
i still can't decide how i should feel

i remain in the dark, the clock now spins like a wheel
with troubling thoughts, that i can not conceal

so never mind me, i can not believe
i've had too much of this, it's past time to leave