i'm more than a bird
i'm more than a plane
wish dat i cud cry
even heroes hv d rite 2 bleed
i'm only a man
looking for special things
inside of me
and it's not easy to be me...
lemme tell u a story..
once upon a time. there was tis man.
he has two jobs. he's doing it bcoz it's d only thing he knew. during d day, he's a clown. never has he failed to cheer ppl, make ppl laugh.
nighttime, he's a bat, being active yet remain hidden, afraid of human..
u see, it's not ez being a clown. u can nvr show ur tru color in front of ppl. ppl will x b heppy. n they'll left d clown. so d clown wear a mask so thick, so often changing, dat smtime he'll 4get about hisself. forget what he want, what he's like. he'll talk bout wut ppl wanna hear till d clown bcome one wif the crowd. he'll even shape hisself accordg to the crowd demand...
u see, d gud thing of being him, when all shits smacked u in d face, when d problems piling up, when u're life in shit so deep, uve got nowhre to go but up rite? it cud nvr possibly go any worse rite. so he's facing each n everyday wif a smile.
