Irony, sweet and painful
so funny how I hide me
Yet broadcast it to the world
Is it not obvious if you look?
Echoing across the stage
Actors surround us
Each and every one is the lead
of their own farce written by fate
They mill around onstage
They do not turn outside of their
own bubble, own life, own scene
They do not look down at us
But only because they don't see
dysfunction in everything
we do in this act up onstage
they notice naught but lies, lies, LIES
I yell and scream to be heard
cannot be made out over
lies, lies, LIES
cannot be heard through chaos
The director yells for quiet
no one hears his voice through the
lies, lies, LIES
likewise no one hears my sobs
the lies cover my tears when I cry
And they don't notice how wrong
we are together on this stage
because they see, hear, nothing
outside of their own farce
And that may be for the best
sorry guys, i couldn't bring myself to change the last line
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