I dream my dreams all alone at night - my life's a cartoon in black and white   I'm sick of this paint on my face!   I'm always the one to make the show - a laughing clown, wings black as a crow   I carry this large mind with pain   A mind in this world seems in vain      I remember all those years, running through the freedom   What became of the child I used to be?   I remember all those tears, melting my own face and now   It has become the one I thought was yours      Oh, look at this pityful young soul - is he beyond or behind, who knows...   But there's no one to burn at his pace   Contemplating wave lenths in the bath while scorching himself to make us laugh   The beckoning mind cannot be   Insanity might set it free      I remember all those years when I was invincible   What became of the child that used to laugh?   I remember all those fears, bleaching this wild heart and now   It has become the gray I thought was yours      If you'd just let him in, if you would just touch him   He would love, he would grow, he could rest his old soul   Maybe he's difficult but he's still beautiful   Wild at heart, troubled mind, torn apart, seeking his kind