This attention if overrated,
'cause when the lights, the friends, the laughs have all faded,
what is left but a heart of brokenness begging to be nothing less
than a steady beat that could earn some respect for once.
Like a thief in the night, you rob my security,
stepping over me like some form of authority,
And I know I'm not one to cast the blame,
but how can I not when I'm called "the joker" instead of my name?
All I ask is that you just give me a chance,
and I promise I'll prove to be everything I always was,
but you never could see.
Hear my voice.
Let me speak.
Because you have no idea--
no idea--
Who I am.
'cause when the lights, the friends, the laughs have all faded,
what is left but a heart of brokenness begging to be nothing less
than a steady beat that could earn some respect for once.
Like a thief in the night, you rob my security,
stepping over me like some form of authority,
And I know I'm not one to cast the blame,
but how can I not when I'm called "the joker" instead of my name?
All I ask is that you just give me a chance,
and I promise I'll prove to be everything I always was,
but you never could see.
Hear my voice.
Let me speak.
Because you have no idea--
no idea--
Who I am.
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