I want to join the chorus
but my words are always wrong
I really want to scratch that itch
but my nails aren't sharp enough
I am the jester in life's court
and the King, he hates my guts
I'll never be the name on the marquee
yet I'll dance my lonely dance
The world spins like a merry go round
and I'm tired of standing still
Life's secrets stay that way
and I'm left holding the bill
I've danced and danced till my feet are sore
bruised, bleeding, numb
I stop to catch a breath
and then it's time to go on
The applause is missing
as is the adoring crowd
Takes a while for me to realize
that no one cares at all.
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