Should I clean up?

Live a better life as someone I'm not?

Put on the spot

Nobody knows that it can hurt a lot

Being alone

At the top I can look around

I'm tryin to find

A place to stop on a map if I can, too

I'm a clown

History likes to keep me around

Pulling strings

Can my fingers make believe that there's a place left for me

Don't know

(What I've been looking for)

So alone

(Is there else something more?)

All wrong

(Can I trust in me? Who's this for?)

Am I mistaken a closed door anymore?

Anymore

The kings court

Nothing about it I adore

I ran away

To build a stage for sometime who could stay

Burn it all

Evеry shop and every hall

Within the vеstiges I crawl

Entrust my faith

That things will fall into the right place

To uphold me in visions of grace

Im holding on to what I believe

Trust in that which I cannot see

I know that you are here with me