think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor ...
Everything is so tense and gloom...
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room...
Just as soon as I walk in...
It's like all eyes on me..
So I try to avoid any eye contact...
'cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation...
Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention...
I just want to be just like you...
Blend in with the rest of the room...
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant...
Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass...
Laugh at every single joke I crack..
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown...