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BACKSTAGE MADNESS (THE CONFUSED MAN)

World on fire
Confusion hate and anger
Emotions jumbled like an unmade puzzle in my head
Make me think about the big sleep
Being dead

Lost in a roomful of friends close strangers
Can't they see the fears I'm hiding
Am I really that good at deceiving

There's this man in my head eating my thoughts
Feeding me with ideas of destruction
Do I really feel that way
Backstage madness
There's a hidden scene

An impostor of myself drunk again it's usual
    not seeing the wrong from right
    running blindly like a fool in the night
Is his being just a farce paranoia his only companion
Searching for a real true friend
Backstage madness
there is always a hidden scene

For the play the make-up hides my scares
    but when I've vanished from the limelight
    and the audience has left me to be alone
What is there for me to say
I have no more script to recite
    nor approvals to invite
In isolation with a reflection of a confused man
I see the scars clearly like the sun on a blue sky day
Backstage madness always has a hidden scene

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