Im really nervous, any moment now this curtain can go up
I can see the guy holding the ropes waiting for his cue
But Im somewhat stuck, not too sure on what to do
I forgot my lines, where the hell do I begin
Whenever I think of their expectations of me that’s when panic sets in
I just want to run off stage and not even show my face
What if they don’t like me, what if they think Im out of place
What if they realized I just memorized a bunch of lines that aren’t mine
Perhaps I should show them a glimpse of the real me
Give them a peek behind the curtain, a glance at my insanity
But just from that glance Im afraid they would run away
So what would happen if he raises the entire thing and starts the play,
what words could I use to keep them here, what should I say
I told you I forgot my lines, I have these pre written responses to let you know Im good
And I have these perfect rebuttals for when Im misunderstood
I have this immaculate script that allows me to seem normal
But I forgot all of it, so here I stand in the dark hoping I get the time
To gather myself, my thoughts, and calm my mind
Cause I don’t want you to see the real me, I need you to stay happy
And you can only stay that way if I perform my play
A few got impatient and touched the curtain see whats going on
They saw me standing there in the dark, knew something was wrong
Waited for eye contact only to release the curtain and go back
Sit down and act like they never saw any of that
Their patience restored because they knew they had to wait for the play to start
What do you say to someone when you look in their heart
What are your responsibilities when you peek behind the curtain
of what someone shows you, what are you supposed to do
When they bless you with a glimpse of their broken soul don’t criticize the cracks,
don’t ridicule the tape that keeps it together
Don’t even mention the missing pieces, those are not judgements for you to make,
the wrong words could once again force it to break
