The Performer

Always performing for nobody
Always running from myself
Always nostalgic but maybe oddly
It's for things that I haven't felt

If I'm being honest then I really can't be
No not with all this going on
And I can't promise that I ever will be
I guess I've just been online too long

Openess that only tries to conceal
In an attempt to have the widest appeal
I wonder if there's any part of me left that real

I'm always living vicariously
Whether it's through me or someone else
Making my life be something worth watching
Instead of living through it myself

Openess that only tries to conceal
In an attempt to have the widest appeal
I wonder if there's any part of me left

I understand the irony in this
Begging for an attentive audience
To tell them something that they shouldn't do
Should start blaming me instead of preaching to you

Always performing for nobody
Always running from myself
Always nostalgic but maybe oddly
It's for things that I haven't felt



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Zmenkowski
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