Everything’s an act,nWhen you’re pleasing everyone.nAnd he assumes that rolenTo such renown.nHe plays a perfect part,nStraight from his heartnKnowing the risk he takesnAnd hoping that the housenIs not brought down.nnThe role of a lifetime is living a fantasy.nA drama that you struggle to erase.nThoughts battle words over deedsnA war with such casualties.nAll played out behind a smiling face.nnGod I need your guidancenTell me what it meansnTo live a life where nothing's as it seems.nSpending days in silent fear,nAnd spending nights in lonely prayer.nHoping that one day when you wake,nThose feelings won’t be there.nnSo confused because I feel complete with him.nWhen we're alone it all somehow makes sense.nLook into his eyes for some compromisenRemember the word, forgetnAnd try to bury something so intense.nnYou learn to play the straight man,nYour lines become routine.nNever really saying what you mean.nBut I know the scene will change,nWhite picket fences, and a dog,nA trophy bride, and children,nGod I know that’s what he wantsnBut Jason what role do I play,nAm I a savior or a phase?nAm I here to damn you?nOr to help you navigate this mazenWhere confusion is a crime,nSo you fill your life with sound,nAnd if you dance like hell,nYou hope you'll never touch the ground.nWhat happens when the music stops?nIn the silence will he stay?nOne day he'll realizenThat these feelings aren't going away,nSo we drive ourselves insane,nSpinning circles in our souls,nAs we dance around and play pretend.nAnd once again,nReprise our roles.n