The Man Behind the Scene

You’re so cynical, your mind is kind of hazy, you’re out of touch and you can’t see reality. Wrestling with your demons it’s plain that you can’t win, you scheme and you plot over and over again. So hateful of opinions that differ from your own, you turn your ears to no one but yourself alone. You are but a shadow of what you ought to be, far removed from all the rest of humanity. Fences you have built all around you, holding back all the good things that you can do. When will you ever learn to show your trust, when will you finally get rid of your mask? I can see through you, it’s plain to see you’re lost. How can you ever think that you can do no wrong when I see confusion follow you all along? Isn’t that self-confidence just a front you keep to cover the pain that you’re hiding there down deep? Arrogance is your profession, you’re worse than a fiend, vanity is your bedmate, pride is your best friend! Love is what you hate and hate is what you love, all that others own you want to steal and grab.