Silently maneuvering my way around,
I honestly don’t even know this town.
Black and white for some extra money,
People here don’t even think I’m funny.
Some of them laugh at my silent pretending,
But they don’t know all the time I’ve been spending
Practicing tricks, like pretending to drown,
I can’t stand it when they call me a clown.
Clowns are loud and colorful and scary,
But I am a mime, OH! The weight I carry!
Sometimes I tend to make little kids cry,
I scare myself too,
I’m not gonna lie.
Life is tough when you’re a mime like me.
Because silence is definitley
Not my cup of tea