Funhouse
It's a little bit funny, it's a little bit tragic.
That the love I once felt has turned into magic.
Thinking back to where it all began.
I was a boy in search of a man.
I thought I knew who I was,
I thought I knew what I wanted.
But all that I am is a vacant house haunted.
Haunted by the memory of trust betrayed.
My heart has become an amusement park of riches.
Not knowing how to stop myself from riding this ferris-wheel of emotions.
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