They say laughter can be the only weapon
Against the things in life you're stressin
In that case my ammo supply has run dry
I'm a clown I know, but these tears have to cry
The Tears Of heartbreak, death and pain
The crying of nights in the pouring rain
Not knowing how long I can keep up my cheerful facade,
Praying every single night to just fix me, please God.

Knowing I need to go on, but not how much I can take
falling apart at possibly the smallest mistake
So I pull out my clown gear, and paint a smile onto my face
Get my wig And some shoes, perhaps it's my fate
to hide behind this laughing, smiling mask of my own design
never to show what really hides behind