I want to do my best but I don’t know what to do,
Should I do it for me or should I do it for you?
I’m here to inspire me ’cause you’re being no use,
Can we call this all quits, separate and leave with a truce?
Hold up a white flag for me to ignore,
Knock when you arrive; I’ll come lock the door
Cinderella Syndrome, silver slipper, slippery slope for a midnight fibber
Clock still ticking, striking at one, seeking an exit with a costume still on
More and more real, less and less true, a ruined illusion of an illusion you drew…
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