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