Holes filled up
But we see through the crap
Pay what’s enough
And never look back

What are you staring at?
Don’t you know?
It’s me you’re looking at
I’m the show

Step inside and get your ticket
What am I selling for these days?
My dream, never got any credit
But who’s counting anyway.

One day you’ll get it
Each day will eat you alive
Think that progress feels like ****
Until there’s nothing inside

You move and shift
In so many ways
Just a piece thrown to fit
Being a prop is tough some days