Stuck here memorizing lines.
Lies 
That i will tell the guy in the chair
Every moment watching me
Judging me
Waiting for a slip up or a pickup or a step down like a hellhound
When did seeing become so different
So what we see does it actually matter when all of these people tell a million lies just to flatter the guy in the chair
He's still watching me
I'm too young for this
It's not worth the boba
But lonesome people don't change their favorite color to green like the rest of us
I like pink
And to think without a second thought i can think
Whos illusion do i have to see through?