I'll build me a new home, I know, I'll make it,
Because it's of no use to cry those tears I shed.
I used to live alone with my heart naked,
Not minding what I'd done or what I'd said.
I will survive, the wounds will heal - I feel it,
I never blame all those who made them in my heart.
It's all my fault - it seems so stupid, really,
And now, I have to have a totally new start.
My Denatroya's image will be cleaned and polished,
She will again be one and always in my soul.
Bad memories will fade, bad thoughts abolished,
And I will never play the despised clown's role.