“Clown” ~ an original song

A song about not quite being enough
Lyrics:
In the night, in the morning
I can hear your voice
And it calls me
Sleeping in the sides
Writing all the lines
Holds me by the waist to jump
Landing on my shoulder blades
There it holds the jaw
Tells me what to say
Everybody makes a face for themselves
To recreate you
But I never made you
I never made
I’m the fool
I’m the jester
I’m the birds that perch on the tents here
I watch the queue subside
As they all go inside
Always in the waiting room
Always in the in-between
Always half up-right
While you hold the strings
Everybody makes a clown of themselves
To stick around you
But I never astound you
I never astound
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[@hiraethg]

The amount of emotion put into that song is palpable.