I have no desire to dream that good things will be, I have no desire to wish like the child I use to be Forever lost, the spell of life I must pay the cost that dreamers pay when they dare to be anything but love at play It is the sharpening of pencils that leaves me with razor sharp teeth always laughing in my jolly way when you look at me I wear my tears in a goofy smile Dont laugh at me but I am a clown Just walk away, dont turn around in a world of laughter, and love's abound dont laugh at my tears I am a clown Always smiling and playing the jest with a wilting heart between my breast just walk away, dont turn around you laugh at my tears I am a clown my dreams have withered like a rose planted in snow malnourished and destitute expecting to grow fancy me you turn around laugh at my tears I am a clown When heartache can't be defined, to the heart's delicate mind, you leave love behind, hoping you will find. . . there is nothing here but an empty smile that mocks my falling tears I have nothing when love's abound, I am nothing but a clown.Birth sign: Libra
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