C.C.M. - The Show Must Go On lyrics

I might not know where to begin But I know where to end I know that in pain there's living And living means nothing without pain I'm C.C.M. the man who can't understand sh** When it comes to life, love & other d** I'm f**ed up, I'm drugged up Behind a curtain waiting for the blow to start me up But it never does I made it up Another sip of cough syrup Another way to k** the pain The k** the man who drives the insane van In vain, it's plain Its plain f**ing stupid Hey Cupid, f** you kid You never seem to get it right Even William with his shaken spear Wouldn't miss a strike I'm Othello, Lago, oh tell her That “I did not have s**ual relations with that woman” “Never” Desdemona Please we're even now “A la moda” The moor I see The less I wanna know Holla, me no ablo Speak the language of love Psych Sex, me, you, ,ho? Down! See you in an hour, yo! (Booty Call!) That's how bad My flirting sk**s are Don't wonder why I usually get chicks Half-retard Until I went to a best buy, put a blue shirt And gla**es on Tried to sell a computer Wait it gets better Kids, that's how I met your mother Leave me when the sun goes down Let the screams bury the sound Let it burn ho let it burn Let the screams burn down my love The show must go on The show must go on The crowd is screaming for more My best friend is irony Ironically, my enemy My mind goes berzerk-ly crazy When it goes about O.C.D That I surely pretend to have or be insane Just to be fake Come on for Pete's sake Surely, why don't you call me Don't call me Shirley I'm not your book or lover You're trying to make me be I'm just an another emo kid Waiting for the sh** to hit the fan “I'm fan! That's some great sh** man” I love your songs Your voice Naked circus That sounds delicious "Thanks what your favorite song?" You know the song. Kind of ambiguous About how…aw f** it Don't say you love my music if you don't f**ing mean it I am carelessly keep trying to be A rapper but I became my worst enemy I'm trapped in a box from the holes I can see So, I'll stay in a box with my own ecstasy And I'll find a way out If you find a way in If you know what's it's about I don't know where to begin I don't know how to rap But I know how to clap You don't know where I've been But you'll know it's trap