draining the bottle of insides.

You say how's the weather, so i look out the window.
To brighten my soul, but i can't control the rain that keeps falling.
Smile on the outside that never comes in.
A comedy mystery, irony, tragedy
so i scream "let the show begin"

You break me open, turn on the light.
Stumble inside with me with me.

Do i entertain you?
Do i preoccupy you with my wit to cover this lie?
Are you mesmerized?
Do you think me faithful, do you think me a clown?
I picked out this shirt, i put on this hat.
I wore all this paint just for you.

Jars of Clay has said it all for me. Nothing left to tell.