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Me clowning me is entertainment to you.
He thinks hes a joker but hes actually a clown,
when he gives everyone smiles but leaves me with frowns,
his face is painted with a smile for the world to see,
but the smiles are turned upside down when its presented to me,
do tricks, do riddles, impress the crowd,
blow up balloons, dance, tell jokes out loud,
tell me jokes dear jester, entertain anyone that will look,
smell my flower, just kidding its another one of your hooks,
his face is painted bc he doesnt show his true self,
so he does tricks, and runs when people say they need help,
hes hopings hes a hero, but instead hes thier puppet,
all for entertainment but for him its not worth it.
his face smiles but his pain is not spoken,
trying to love her but left torn/broken,
no time left to enjoy with his kid often feeling guilty,
clowning around while his pockets still empty,
despereately wishing to just have the time,
to not be a clown but be silent and mime,
dont ask me for nothing i have nothing left to give,
ive tried to say no but i need money to live,
I fake, I jester, im a joker, a clown,
while entertaining others, no one sees me drown,
i take care of you, my son asks for hugs,
I entertain you, he begs for fathers love.
So i have to walk away from him, while you beg for help,
and expect me to to lift you up, while im smothered in guilt,
oh you need me,and i try my best no doubt,
then throw me a dollar, then bleed every penny out,
My circus, My riddle, my eager to please,
my painted face smiles but my heart bleeds,
what is life without money, what if i have none to give,
why does it feel like money is the only reason i live,
chasing a dollar with a painted smile on my face,
but deep inside i just need a break,
fixing your problems for as little i can bare,
meanwhile hes wondering if i really care.
im a clown, im a jester, im a joker to you,
you need something fixed im the one to come to,
Im a mime, cause i cant tell you my pain,
and my clown face is painted so it hides my shame.
