BehindtheCurtian
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If the worls is a stage,
And we ar the plaers,
Then we hide ourselves,
Costumed with our parts.
To the world, our viewers,
We are characters,
Destned to play our parts.
Behind stage, we live,
I hope to live to see my riches
not a loved one from the past
what does it feel like to be appreciated
right here and right now
Workin for the money
Showing home empty handed
What am I supposed to do
We sit in the stillness
like drapery over a closed window
time drags and there is only humble silence
clouds of anxiety and forewarning over our heads
fate forming a fork in our complicated road
