The Stage
Acting,
Like I'm up on a stage.
Memorized the lines
On every page.
And the girl,
The one that I play,
She's the one That'd you'd like,
And see every day.
But underneath the surface,
Behind the scenes,
She's just a character,
Things aren't as they seem.
She's not real.
She's not me.
But I promise you that's-
Something you wont ever see.
I'm just acting,
Playing a part.
'Cause you can't handle backstage,
It's just too dark.
You need the light,
Like I need the stage.
I guess these are just,
The parts that we play.
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