I don't have red lipstick 
Or big shiny black shoes 
Or a big squeaky red nose
Or colourful yellow clothes
But I still feel like a clown 
With a permanent frown 
With eyes cast right down 
Juggling all these balls
Walking down those halls
Full of haunted memories 
Some happy others sad
Twisting these balloons
As I look into the rooms 
Of a past long gone 
No joy in this home