Spring of my 23rd year
All I know is fear
"What is the matter my son?
Why won't you allow yourself any fun?"
The struggle takes time
Patience is no crime
I dreamed I would wear a crown
But the truth is,
I am fucking clown:
Who gets no laughs
Who gets no applause
"Is applause what you crave?
There is no permanent fame
Only the grave"
A house and a wife
Yeah,
That would be a fun life
"The Pretender"
Must put on dark glasses
Must surrender to the masses
But,
I still like to see
I still want to be free
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