Alone
Have you ever gone through life alone
Sometimes wishing you were a dog with a bone
At first it is not really that bad
You look back on life, remembering the good times you had
Time passes on and days go by
you sometimes feel yourself begin to cry
You turn fast to see if anyone is around
If there is you act like a clown
You make people laugh and you feel fine
But even that catches up with you over time
Life goes in circles, like a merry-go-round
Maybe its best if I remain a funny clown
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