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[manhattaner]

everything's an act when you're pleasing everyone
and he assumes that role to such renown
he plays a perfect
straight from his heart
knowing the risk he takes
hoping the house is not brought down

the role of a lifetime
it's living a fantasy
the drama that you struggle to erase
thoughts battle words over deeds
a war with such casualities
all played behind a smiling face

god, i need your guidance
tell me what it means
to live a life where
nothing's as it seems
spending days in silent fear
then spending nights in lonely prayer
hoping that one day
when you wake those feelings won't be there

so confused because
i feel complete with him
when we're alone it all somehow makes sense
look into his eyes
for some compromise
remember the word forget
and try to bury something so intense

you learn to play the straight man
your lines become routine
never really saying what you mean
but i know the scene will change
white picket fences and a dog
a trophy bride and children
god, i know that's what he wants
but jason what role do i play?
am i a saviour or a phase?
am i here to damn you or to help you navigate this maze?
where confusion is a crime
so you fill your life with sound
and if you dance like hell
you hope you'll never touch the ground
what happens when the music stops
in the silence will he stay
one day he'll realise that these feelings aren't going away

so we drive ourselves insane
spinning circles in our souls
as we dance around
and play pretend
then once again reprise our roles