Everybody is born, but once But a hundred different people one can be, For on different stages to different people, I'm someone who isn't me. When the curtains rise, and the lights turn on, I'm part of a show Putting myself
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To be me, or not to be me
Is it deceiving if I'm actually feeling? Is it lying if it's real in my head? Am I not me with a mask on my face? Is it not sorrow if my tears are the ones I choose to shed? Solace can be found in different places, For me
Everybody is born, but once But a hundred different people one can be, For on different stages to different people, I'm someone who isn't me. When the curtains rise, and the lights turn on, I'm part of a show Putting myself
Is it deceiving if I'm actually feeling? Is it lying if it's real in my head? Am I not me with a mask on my face? Is it not sorrow if my tears are the ones I choose to shed? Solace can be found in different places, For me