Isn’t there a certain
joy in oblivion?

When I can laugh my heart out
And cherish the show from the crowd
When you there on the stage
Can neither express agony nor rage?

You parrot a script you didn’t write
For a character that ain’t suit you right
And what happens to those labels all
When the curtain commits that certain fall?

When I walk with my joys few
Can you really find you?

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