Watching charters come to life... Following the physical visual displayed that comes from the mind... Taking in rolls that alter egos to believed... Faces are warn to be accepted as the truth of self cannot be retrieved... Fake smiles forced humor jus find chuckles along the rib... It's hard having to notice the individual within unable to truly live... Puppets with no stitching holding the seams... Talking the same ol rubbish thinking difference is to act upon the lead... Finding a spot light that gives life to the imposter expressing hiding real value... Witness to the movement unnatural to free will of actual use... Phoney on the delivery of facial costumes painting upon the face... Clowns entertaining the need of wanting to feel the rush of changing names... In luv with self that doesn't know who in the fuck to be... Never having stage fright becoming a piece of an unforgettable dream... Hung from invisible strings to dance song the rib until they reach our hearts... N that's when they change as if they have the ability to bring to life big screen as if a work of art... Needing the acceptance craved they create something else other than self defined... Mimes feeling their way through out sensitivities that are impossible to rewind...
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