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What good is it to live a lie as someone else,
Endlessly exhausting myself?
What good is it to play empty roles in a world that folds under itself?
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What good is it to live a lie as someone else,
Endlessly exhausting myself?
What good is it to play empty roles in a world that folds under itself?
Sleepless nights turn into worrisome flights.
Restless thoughts sweeping past the stops.
Solitude is overrated and ignites,
How will you respond to the crowd?
They talk and talk, and oh so well.
From chills to thrills, you’ll want to bow,
Yet you know