In a world that has become heartless and insensitive
In a world where the rat-race keeps getting hotter
No friend to hold on to; no shoulder to lean on...
We smile our false smiles and laugh pretentiously
But deep down we are hurting real bad
We put up false fronts... kinda like 'am not the worse off'
But when the night comes
The curtains are up, theatre time's over
Can we hold our fort?
Or do we bow to the pressures inside?
The day is a shoe to be walked in;
In the night...we can grow wings!
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