(Verse 1) The crowd’s eyes are where the spotlight lands, But here I am with nothing in my hands. I’m the filler while they wait for the king, A painted smile is my offering. Oh, honk my horn, and they’ll turn away, Make them laugh till they lose the day. But under it all, I’m paper-thin, Behind the paint is where I’ve been. (Chorus) Round and round, the circus runs, Everyone cheers while I’m the forgotten one. Oh, I fake the fun, I laugh real loud, Just a sideshow clown for the waiting crowd. Round and round, my tricks fall flat, Inside I cry, but who sees that? Life’s my stage, the cruelest art— A clown must play their part. (Verse 2) I move the crowd while the cast rearranges, No one notices when the spotlight changes. All they see is the slapstick glow, But no one wonders what it’s hiding below. A fool on the outside, empty within, The laughter fades, it’s quiet again. The drum rolls loud; the lion roars, I bow to the ring… but my heart’s ignored. (Chorus) Round and round, the circus runs, Everyone cheers while I’m the forgotten one. Oh, I fake the fun, I laugh real loud, Just a sideshow clown for the waiting crowd. Oh, round and round, I play the part, With broken shoes and a heavy heart. The curtain’s up, the act restarts, A clown brings joy—then falls apart. (Outro - Quiet Acceptance) The show must go on; there’s no escape. That’s the cost of the mask I create. The circus needs its fool to distract— So I’ll return to my… circus act. (Audiences whistles and thunderous clapping sound)