2. Opus
So it's like I've always been the victim
the sin of those who brought me to this world
All my faults and every aberration
I don't think I've ever asked to be like this
Sure it's not as if I spat blood to change
but at least I can blame someone else
I point my finger at that slimy mass
that will not be less pitiful than me
All these lights will never warm you
even when they are all pointing them at you
Could you still stand on this dark stage
even if they turn the lights away from you
Everyone will see you falling,
stumbling and crippling again and again
but what will take you further down
will be the mocking laughs… coming from the gallery
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Some would say I'm acting like a child
and that I see my life as a show
but they're the ones behaving like an audience
always despising what I do
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Now I'm really sick of being alone
on this stage against everyone
Is there anyone who understands me?
someone who can stay here with me