The Clown

I guess I'll paint my face seeing how to all im but a clown only want to smile yet seems all o do is frown tired of being left and let down I guess it's time to give in give them what they want memories within me they haunt as I drown in sorrow no longer care about seeing tomorrow a constant play back hearing them laugh, watching them play and kissing them goodnight it seemsbill never be ok never again be alright no longer this never ending fight do I wanna fight really not worth it always I lose all alone with no one living in the streets...the one who seems to always get abused