Sad Clown

These days are a whirlwind. Circus' in town. The clown doesn't have a choice. He's in. Faking smiles. Starting laughter. But inside of him, some venom's creeping again. Antidote is at hand but refuses to take it. How soon will the show ends? Will it ever end?

The clown's juggling the balls. He wants to stop but he's at it for a while.

Say how's the weather, so I look out the window
To brighten my soul, but I can't control the rain
That keeps falling
Smile on the outside that never comes in
A comedy, mystery, irony, tragedy
So I scream "let the show begin"

You break me open, turn on the light
Stumble inside with me, with me

Do I entertain you?
Do I preoccupy you with my wit to cover this lie?
Are you mesmerized?
Do you think me faithful, do you think me a clown?
I picked out this shirt, I put on this hat
I wore all this paint just for you

(Sad Clown by Jars of Clay)