The Clown

In this fucked up world, in a fucked up town,
I always try to smile, and they call me the clown,

In my borrowed pants and grandpa's suspenders,
I stand in front of men and see them frown,

I wanna make them smile and I try real hard,
I roll on the floor and I jump up and down,

But I make a mess and I fail to impress,
The show's a disaster, the show is a letdown,

I cannot carry on, let me try some other day,
Right now it's time to go home, it's time to shutdown,

And a little girl is too concerned about the joker,
And I tell her to forget him, for the clown is just a common noun.

What??

What am I, but a paper boat,
Sometimes I sink, sometimes I float,

And who am I, but a haunting ghost,
Sometimes you see through me, sometimes you don't,

And what is life, but a colorful kite,
Sometimes it swerves to left, sometimes drifts to right,

And what is happiness, but an interesting mirage,
Things that make us happy the most, are seldom large.