I wake up every day and feel an empty feeling, all gray My psychiatrist keeps saying everything is gonna be okay I talk to my friend, they ask me what happened with you Sure, let me tell you that and what the *** I've been through Long long ago I was no one, I wasn't this mess and Don't know, don't know, I don't know how could I be so depressed These people always tell me you should stop being unhappy, god damn it 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 All these feelings I consider as a time bomb cause it hits Every day I have to make life sure and right, better than die or should I *** I'm done trying so hard not to give a *** I'm done trying so hard not to give a *** 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 every day feeling better, feeling not great My psychiatrist is saying everything is finally okay I told all my friends I said I'm no longer feeling blue And they believe it, they don't know it's a lie, they have no clue