I looked out and saw people moving in a haze
Weeks go buy in hours, and minutes sometimes in days
And I'm wondering why I am lost, not always knowing what to say
As though I've missed the opening act of this potpourri called a play
Staging our emotions
An innocent facade of truth, looking for an option
As we dance here, or make love there, die
It is only an illusion for the weak to fool us fools or even try
So don't you see that it's not really me
But only this part that I drew from straws handed to me in the dark?
Lover, fighter, the prisoner in chains, you win I could have been you

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