The make-up hides my pain so good
I masquerade my smile
The tears of this clown have all dried up
If only for a while
An act to entertain you
I am your ringside toy
You are lion tamer
Whipping me for joy
I dance the jolly jig for you
A prisoner, your daily muse
Yet underneath the painted face
Spent up anger lights my fuse
Suddenly I’m free from you
The enlarged shoes are of my feet
Now I fly on my trapeze
The air it feels so sweet
I enjoy the air as it rushes past my head
But I will soon come crashing down
You shoot the cannon to my head
Life is just a circus
I am the painted man
One day I will be free from this
Once I have the master plan
Copyright Dean Fraser-Phillips
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