I do as my mother is telling me to
I do as my mother wants me to
But my father never told me what I should do
So I tell him: My brother listen to

I stand in front of my sister today
Doesn't matter she doesn't recognize me anyway
Father asks her: Do you know how this years?
Sugar hair and look at the stranger we are

You will never love me again

You could take a trip inside my mind
These memories and scars you were find, Oh
At the bottom where the Sun reaches down
Instead you'll see me project image of a clown