When you see me smiling can you tell that I’m actually crying Those jokes you see me telling are me crying out in pain But that’s not the image people envision when my face comes across their brain I’ve surrounded myself with a million people but I still feel so alone Can’t they see the pain I’m in almost every single day Or do they even care? It seems not one of them know the true me or even care So I’ll continue to give the world what they perceive to be my smile But in actuality is just the Tears of a Clown