The slow decline into depression has tightend its grip on me
ive tried to fight but can\'t break free
twisting and turning as it tears me down
I\'m all alone
I\'m the loneliest clown
theres nothing left
barely a shirt on my back
nothing to look forward to
A future\'s what I lack
now I know that day is almost here
i can taste it in the air
the ends growing near
And so when I leave
and I know I will
always remember
when I gave a thrill
dont remember
the man who wrote the peom
because that\'s not me
soon he\'ll be going
And now I must go
so I\'ll bid you farewell
But as always
I\'ll leave you smiling
i hope there\'s no