Try on your faces
You ignorant fool
Each expression rehearsed
Each word but pretence
You said give you a mask
And truth they would know
But there’s nothing left here
To show
Practice your words
You actor of life
Your home is your haven
Your convenient wife
You thought in the shadows
Your monster could dwell
But there’s no stories left
To tell
Parade on your stage
The pretender returned
Your schtick is so old
Even older than you
But the punters keep coming
So what can you do?
There’s nothing here left
Of you
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