Did I choose this profession
Or did it end up choosing me
I have a major confession
I'm not at all that happy

Behind the glow of this big red nose
And pretend painted smile
None of those around me know
How far I'm feeling down

The crowds all call me Snickers
I'm afraid it's only a made-up name
As I wonder how I got here
Along with the question, am I too late

To try and change my mind
On whom and what I want to be
I'll give it much more thought this time
If this crazy circus would just leave me be

I'm beyond tired of clowning around
It's come to the point I got serious
That side of me needs to settle down
I've had more than enough of all this stuff

I now feel I'm on a mission
If there's anyone out there listening
I'm just not at all that happy
With the clown inside of me