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Ladies and gents, step right up—no refunds on these truths.
Painted smile conceals the scars I juggle inside,
Every laugh-track moment’s where my secrets hide.
Paste-on grin while I juggle bills and broken hopes,
In the spotlight’s glare, I learn to twist and cope.
They cheer each stunt, never peeking past the greasepaint,
But behind the curtain lives a soul grown faint.
Clowning on the daily, laughing through the pain,
Every joke I tell is hiding all these chains.
But if I trip and fall, who’ll catch me ’til I rise?
Clowning on the daily—masked tears in disguised eyes.
Red nose, big shoes, I dance on life’s thin wire,
Tightrope of tomorrow balanced on desire.
Balloon-heart inflated with bursts of fleeting joy,
One pinprick of truth and everything destroys.
Yet I keep performing—crowds need something to cheer,
My tears unsung soundtrack they’ll never hear.
Clowning on the daily, laughing through the pain,
Every joke I tell is hiding all these chains.
But if I trip and fall, who’ll catch me ’til I rise?
Clowning on the daily—masked tears in disguised eyes.
(Spoken)
Under the tent, we all play parts. Mine just happens to rhyme.
Clowning on the daily, spotlight dims to black,
I take my final bow—but I’m not coming back.
The rodeo’s over, the applause fades away,
Clowning on the daily… until my final day.
Honka… honka… the tent goes quiet…