Even behind a curtain,
I feel an instinct to perform
One thing that seems certain,
Im a lower life form.
They say don’t need someone,
Who is happy and loud,
But if I act like the sun,
Im more fun to be around.
If I get too close,
And show my real feelings,
They’ll turn up their nose
And it’ll be back to concealing.
Other people help me feel alive,
Their approval is all I need to achieve.
So I’ll still cry when somebody leaves,
Even if it’s myself I should grieve.