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