WHAT DO YOU DO?
What do you do when you’re older than all your peers around you?
What do you do when you’re the one that isn’t seen?
What do you do when you change masks?
Always running, chasing anonymity.
Hair colors flicker, changing designs
All to hide all of the lies
That your mind believes.
What do you do when you’re too responsible for adults?
What do you do when you’re the only one with the knowledge?
What do you do when you have to change tunes
Ever playing whatever soothes the snake
Charming the haters and soothing the lost.
You’re the healer, the charm long lost
The chosen one burned by the spells that you’ve had to create.
What do you do when you’re not you anymore?
What do you do when the madness that caused sanity slipped through the cracks?
What do you do when you have no more cushion?
Only reality to remind you
That you have nothing to choose
Life, the stage you play your part.
Life, the prison in which you fall apart.
Life, an opportunity for freedom
Life, a chance to grow your kingdom
No longer are you mad anymore
The irate withers away as you grow
Your eyes on the magic of the leaves
and for once you feel . . .
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