Here I am again in my reoccurring role
Repeating those familiar lines in my head
Walking up onto the dusty stage
Looking out through the bright lights
Empty seats are all I see
I play my character with passion and conviction
Crying and writhing in pain just as scripted
After my performance there is silence
No accolades
No critical acclaim
Just a fool playing the fool
Upon this ridiculous glaring stage
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