Lyric

I wake up

Script on the bedside table

I get dressed in the dark

I open the door

The curtain rises

The city looks at me

I don't know the lines

It's on stage

I go out

The street

It seems fake

Empty set

Shops are dark

People look at me

As if waiting for the first line

They act badly

Lines on loop

They talk to me

As if I know the script

They sell me emotions

I don't respond

I don't trust

Those who dress well

Those who think it's convenient

Those who don't greet me

Those who spit

They keep me out

From the script

But I don't go in

Not even if they pay me

You're fake

I'm fake

Everyone's acting, I try

You act real

I fake it better

Life's all a bluff—and the audience laughs

Bar

Coffee already cold

Newspaper open

Thoughts not mine

The bartender looks at me

As if I were his friend

But I don't know him

I'm always off script

Looped lines

Recorded laughter

Everything is expected

I stay outside

They call me by my name

But it's not mine

They write me lines

That I've never said

They want me inside

But I stay outside

They want me real

But I don't act

You save yourself

I expose myself

You hide

I burn myself

You are the script

I am the mistake

Life is all a bluff—

And no one says it

They stare at me

They wait for my entrance

My line

My applause

But I remain still

Offstage

Off-script

I don't move

I don't sell myself

Curtain closes

Lines finished

The city shuts down

I stay lit

No applause

No reply

Just silence

And a torn script