Put the weight of the world;
that is chained to your ankle;
where it now belongs.
It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.
The carousel keeps spinning;
not the fairest kind;
Though, does it need to be?
It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.
The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.
Freedom and a crown;
duties and vows;
a fate messy and blind.
It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.
A single little home;
found by chance;
where you can sing tunes of your own.
It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.
The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.
The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.
It was never about if you are strong;
it was never about if you are wrong.
Choose your own lines; choose your own dress; choose your own way to act in this mess.
The theatre of life continues its performance—and you are the acting star.
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