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IP:
my mind is locked & i can't seem to find the key
but it's a waste of time, cause im just a waste of me
i hate to be who you see, cause you see.. its fake basically
im mistakenly taken for a composed individual
who's cool on the out side, but knows insides' a different view
i have no clue.. what i want to do or who i am
got alot of issues.. but of course, you dont give a damn
& the truth is.. neither do i
sometimes i do want to cry, i dont... i hold it all inside
when it comes to that time, pride helps me to stay cool
& the tears of riddicule gather to form a Kiddie pool
leaving my eyes swiming behind lids of a pittied Fool
but its silly to... Kid myself into thinking im ok
cause it feels like im KO'd every fucking day
there's no ducking the next round.. im contracted to stay
signed by way of heartache & pain.. but hey
as long as everyone can't read my bluff
& the hand i was dealt is safe.. poker face is just to tough
even though i feel like folding & giving it up
i can't
i won't be provoked by disgust
have to trust in my acting ability.. the crowd wants more
"im Happy to be alive".. thats what the script calls for
if the world is a stage.. i guess im performing on yours
Thank You For Your Applause..
This Has Been Anothr Production Of "When Im Not Behind Closed Doors"
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