On With The Show

This is the role I was born to fake

A crucified villain, middle-aged

I memorized my lines and taught myself to cry

So on with the show

I've got a reputation of ****ing up to uphold

Whatever reservations I had before I have no more

This is a cold for which I could not brave

To to the bone, to the heart, To be taken to my grave

And I foolishly thought you'd thaw eventually

On with the show

I've got a reputation of ****ing up to uphold

Is it my imagination or have we been here before?

I recognize those hopeless eyes and tired lines

And every spike on the floor

Reminds me

Where I should be

This is the role I was born to fake

It's not a choice I made

So on with the show

I've got a reputation of ****ing up to uphold

Whatever reservations I had before are out the door