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Who I Be
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Becoming Something Better Half the time
I'm struttin' halftime stuff
During the other half
I'm working on getting built tough
Cuz' every second of my life I'm lookin' straight into a mirror
Trying hard to find the guy that I'm supposed to be
But I'm just not into me
And onlooking I am but I just cannot find
The person so many look up to
When they need to find the time to reflect on life
Sometimes I'm not the right
Person to take an immediate example from
My eyes are heavy
My wrists are numb
And my legs are weak
Sometimes it's hard to speak
Though when it's showtime as hollow as I feel
I still somehow hold my breath and do
What I think is right; with will, cunning and grace
I hold my head and pace myself
I count the seconds, then the minutes, add the time it takes
To see my reflection in the mirror
And I focus to see clear, the image painted inside
So many minds.
It's ridiculous I'm horrible
Why can't these people see the truth
That I'm a bastard, a liar, an all around asshole
A maniacal wretch, with no real reason to live at all
My performance wins awards and as I gladly accept them
I soon hope I'll neglect them
And my title will be stripped
And my ego will be clipped
And I'll be set down in my place
