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The man that hides his feelings behind the painted face,
no one can understand the pain the joker has to brace,
he has a gift to make people laugh, cherish and smile,
so he puts on a charade, cracks a joke, for that is his lifestyle,
But who is the joker deep inside, the cure for all the frowns?
but that's not how people see him, all they see is a clown,
after every show the joker goes home, he cries himself to bed,
does it make u wonder? what goes on inside his head?
Is this all the joker's life? is this how he's suppose to live?
lonely and miserable, feelings shielded and captive?
but why you ask? why does he live this way?
cause no one makes him laugh or smile, no one to make his day,
For that's all the joker craves, someone to fill his void,
just like any other lonely soul he wants to be enjoyed,
but that's the jokers job, its suppose to be his fate,
such a lonely joker, a man with no soul mate. |
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