Is it the people, is it the place
Is it this athmosphere that makes me fade
Away in circles i lose my head
It all is such a bore i cant accept no more
Of that bullsh** them people say to me
I am a cynic what is there left to be
There is no future and even if theres one im weak
A letter all complaints this is my fame
I am a wonder theres no restraint
I paid for everything i have and by mistake
I once got me a guitar i played it ever since
Its no big deal its just the feelings real
Yall got problems
Yall are wrong
Yall make mistakes
And stroll behind along
Youre all frustrated
That your life has gone wrong
Say: what am i - i am a clown whos forcing to smile
Am i unhappy is there a reason to be
Is there something i should have or own in there please
Cause if there was id buy it guaranteed
Theres nothing really worth it not for me
Its a chain-reaction every single day
A simple distraction that got delayed
There is no future in what i keep
The never ending blame for being who i am
Yall got problems
Yall are wrong
Yall make mistakes
And stroll behind along
Youre all frustrated
That your life has gone wrong
Sing: what am i - i am a clown whos forcing to smile