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 fucking way to do that

So I made me free. And so I fled

But I do nothing but regret the fact that I left