All I just wanted is to be loved.
Is it too much to ask?
As I see, my heart pain swelling for you.
All I can think of is the obsession between fear and lustful passion.
You may not see the world as a happily ever
after but you make lives crumble on your feet to make joy out of it.
My dear to play a joke that has a tasteful revenge.
A sadist clown but dangerous and vile with dark thoughts
and a wishful thought bloodshed a dimwit bird and a bat.
Stressful as you seem to control the land of dark valley coroners
and the smell of cigars and lime, I only know you.
I only know the real you.
I know the real you beneath that so called mask.
People may see you as cold hearted
who wishes to smile and cut skins to "put a smile on that face."
Love may be contagious and dangerous,
but still ride with you like Bonnie and Clyde.
Playing cards is our specialty
since we only revealed to a "joke" at the end.
All lies Gotham blow down to you my Mr. Joker.
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