Jester In Tights (I Don't Belong...

Intro:

Yeah…

Hallways crowded, but I still feel so alone…

Jester in tights…

Laughin’ so nobody knows…

 

(Verse 1)

Walk into the classroom, everybody glance quick,

Whispers get quiet, making me think I’m the topic.

Tried to fit in, but the vibe stays weird,

Even with my own friends, I don’t feel like I belong here.

 

Lunch table full but somehow just empty space,

Fake smiles hit me every day in the same place.

One minute they cool, next minute they distant,

Got me overanalyzing every small difference.

 

Phones light up, everybody starts laughing,

Then I get paranoid thinkin’ that it’s all happening

‘Cause of me, maybe I’m the inside joke,

Maybe all the “brothers” just tolerate me up close.

 

And I hate how I need their approval to breathe,

Actin’ like a clown just to keep ‘em with me.

Crack another joke, hide another scar,

Playin’ court jester while I’m fuckin’ fallin’ apart.

 

(Hook)

I’m a jester in tights in these school hall lights,

Everybody’s got friends, but I’m lost in the night.

If they really do care, why do I feel so replaceable?

Every conversation feels fake and staged, like I’m only able to be

 

A Jester in tights…

Laughin’ while anxiety eats me alive…

Jester in tights…

Too scared to ask if they hate me inside.

 

(Verse 2)

And maybe it’s me, maybe I think too deep,

But every lil’ silence makes my heartbeat freeze.

Did I say somethin’? Did I ruin the mood?

Why do I always feel temporary within the group?

 

I remember freshman year, we were all close-knit,

Now the energy’s run cold and I don’t know what changed about it.

Everybody grew up while I stayed insecure,

Still scared, everybody will walk away for sure.

 

So I keep performin’, keep jokin’, keep smilin’,

Even when my thoughts turn dark and violent.

They see entertainment, they don’t see the pain,

Just the funny friend hidin’ panic within his brain.

 

(Hook)

I’m a jester in tights in these school hall lights,

Everybody’s got friends, but I’m lost in the night.

If they really do care, why do I feel so replaceable?

Every conversation feels fake and staged, like I’m only able to be

 

A Jester in tights…

Laughin’ while anxiety eats me alive…

Jester in tights…

Too scared to ask if they hate me inside.

 

Outro:

Graduation is coming, but I still feel stuck…

Surrounded by people but ain’t close enough…

Maybe I was never really part of the ride…

Just another lonely kid… a Jester in tights.