A crowd they laugh, the clown he cries, providing life as his heart dies
The entertainer's priceless cost, when curtains fall the soul is lost
Without the lights, the man who could, becomes the boy misunderstood
Rich in sorrow, deep in pain, he begs himself to leave again
Then hearing silence, viewing darkness, he feels the rush of last nights glances
Just 'one more drug' to cure these fears, a cycle he'll repeat for years
A crowd they cheer, the clown he cries, destroying life as his heart tries
The entertainer's priceless cost, the curtains rise, his soul still lost
Lee.
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