I spoke to god today,
And i asked him why,
Why he cursed my life,
Why he drove a knife,
Through my beating heart,
Oh where do i start,
Stuck in this town,
I feel like a clown,
Made fun of every day,
What can i say,
Been talked about from behind,
With words i cant define,
And through my window i just look up,
Feeling as ever,
feeling so stuck,
Now i sit here,
With tears rolling down,
Of this poor old clown,
My heart is broken,
And my eyes are worn out,
And thats what i asked god today
Captain sexy skater Community Member 
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