Circus

I wake up everyday I'm feelin' empty, feelin' all grey My psychiatrist keeps sayin' "Everything is gonna be okay" I talked to my friends They asked me, "What happened with you?" Sure, lemme tell you that And what the fuck I've been through, sing Long, long ago, I was no one, I wasn't this messed And, no, no dont know, I dont know how could I be so depressed 'Cause people always tell me, "You should stop being unhappy" Goddamit, how the hell is that supposed to help me? In other hand, I've never wanted to confess that I'm sad 'Cause I'm a clown and my job is to make people happy, you know that I like to laugh, I like to make people laugh But the problem is why I cannot do that to myself (God knows) All these feelings I consider as a time bomb cause it (Gets worse) Every day I have to make lies sure it ain't right Better than die, or should I? Shit, I'm done, trying so hard not to give a fuck But I want to have fun Like a lot of people, like a normal people In other hand, I've never wanted to confess that I'm sad 'Cause I'm a clown and my job is to make people happy, you know that I like to laugh, I like to make people laugh But the problem is why I cannot do that to myself So I wake up everyday I'm feelin' better, feelin' not grey My psychiatrist is saying "Everything is finally okay" I told all my friends I said "I'm no longer feelin' blue" And they believe it They don't know it's a lie, they have no clue