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A class clown becomes an addict but it's not so funny anymore. |
When I look back and see Roads travelled and choices made Hindsight is 20/20 But life is never perfectly played Regrets there are aplenty In any a man's life Lessons were meant to teach me Preventing me from further strife Not being the fast learner Thinking I was smart being the class fool Back then consequences were so easy And the punishments not so cruel Along with adulthood came responsibilities No longer that funny kid, the likeable clown While the kids I knew stopped their laughing And the mood of life went down To find myself in this position Battling demons at such an age This is not my idea of fun Not the limelight's or the stage Because a demon now rides me The monkey on my back Has no patience for my humour The colour of his comedy is black If only I had seen it Through my belly laughing eyes Now nothing seems as funny For the first time, I see all of my lies The truth will always come a calling And we all must pay our dues Because hindsight doesn't care If I win or if I lose It's not funny any more With my life in the balance Now I see that comedy Is not one of my talents |