The Show
Judgement judgement everywhere
I always notice the hateful glares
The whisper, the laughter
As if my life is a complete disaster
Feeling alone in the universe
My life feels like the black death curse
The friends come and go
But I, I stay for the show
To feel alone is to be alone
And time passes, Im almost grown
After all the years and terrible sorrow
I will rise for a new tomorrow
The show still goes on
And as I stand as one
The crowd still cheers
I can now see oh so clear
That Im stealing the show
Music is my one true flow
Judgement judgement everywhere
As I notice the hateful glares
You now know the story
But God is my one true glory
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