It's just better with more than one
All alone, nights spent, it isn't fun
The character brought out by the crowd
Hidden inside yourself unable to emerge
From time to time, that character slowly fades away
A part of you, the better you, the you that you want to be
Can't find a window to look through, better grab the windex
Because at this point a nice clear view is more than needed
Direction much advised
Friends are forever, don't let the inner you die.