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Line, please.

I don't remember my own name.
Can't figure out the last time it changed.

I have forgotten who I am.
Cannot tell if I'm wearing my mask.

I don't know when I'm telling the truth.
I can't figure out who I'm lying to.

My life is an act.
My life is a play.
I am actor.
I'm on stage.

I have forgotten all my lines.
Tell them to me one more time.

I speak this script in a monotone.
These words I say are not my own.

I wear a mask with a pretty smile.
Haven't seen my face in quite a while.

My life is scripted.
My life is a play.
I don't know my lines.
I don't know my way.

Sorry if I forget and stand on your mark.
Even in the spotlights the world is dark.

I'm falling through another trap door.
Forgot that we had this on the stage floor.

At the end of the play, nobody is there,
Handing me a bouquet, cause nobody cares.

My life is a play and I'm a one man act.
Try to figure out the truth from the tact.

My theatre is burning down around me.
That's the main attraction, what more do you need?
Written by DancingAlone (Calum Oliver)
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