Lights
Dim the lights because they hurt my eyes
And the presence of the darkness illuminates my disguise
Do a dance hold a hand at the masquerade
When life gives someone else lemons I make some real good lemonade
Blend in like the camo of a warring soldier
Have the surrounding induced colour change of a certain creature
Repeat the things that I don't believe
When I know it's me and myself alone that I deceive
They raise a ahand I raise a hand too
Kick back and wonder to myself who rili is the real you
It's a hot mess inside of me
Because the person that I am and who I seem to be do not agree
Scale the wall of my self made monastery
Slink away from my mind built penitentiary
Why do I do these things?
I tell myself and blame it all on society's demandings
Let them be the puppeteer that pulls my strings
So I will be who I am not truly
And the audience of this world stage at the curtain call better applaud me
So cut the lights, stand on the ledge of our dark nights
And watch our suffocated true hearts become tomb sites.
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