Clowns

How many times can I make you laugh?
Can you count the ways?
Cos' I'm always there for a pick-me-up,
On your cold and cloudy day.

I'm the clown at your circus,
The jester at your court.
I'm that broad smile on your face,
I'm your every funny thought.

But why do you stop laughing?
Is it this glint in my eye?
Is it because the jokes have stopped
And I want to make you cry?

You watch my face turn,
from day to night.
You see the clown,
I try to fight.

Don't you like this clown?
He's only having fun.
But he has fun a different way,
He has it with no sun.

This is my clown of darkness,
He only comes out at night.
It's the little clown inside of me,
That I no longer try to fight.

He wants you to make me laugh,
Or sing and dance for me.
It's the only way he'll stop fighting,
It's my happiness he wants to see.