Too cool to admit you act like a fool
on the street where you beat a brazen path
otherwise see here your false demeanor
Casts a shadow wandering like a cloud
overhead following your every step
on your face you wear cream pie a tough guy
looks as if looks could kill but what a joke
Take a look in the mirror all you see
on the surface is your lack of concern
As looks go this one fits your persona
deny the facts you feel you hurt inside
master of repression one day you'll burst
into bits and pieces grenades explode
thankful to end this life without a thought
Yet the earth still spins in endless circles
over the years you grow older still life
under your strict command rules your actions
Ask yourself if you like playing the fool
cool tries too hard to fit inside the gang
tries to lead without the skills to achieve
Limp as a wet bar towel left to ring out
in your own eyes you walk as if you could
kiss or kill at any moment too spent
even to appear like you own yourself
Ask yourself if you know how to control
Facts like fiction characters in a play
on the stage you learn how all the players
only play the role they were asked to act
left to your own devices you'd be king
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