On With The Show

This is the role I was born to fake
A crucified villain, middle-aged
I memorized my lines and taught myself to cry
So on with the show
I've got a reputation of ****ing up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before I have no more
This is a cold for which I could not brave
To to the bone, to the heart, To be taken to my grave
And I foolishly thought you'd thaw eventually
On with the show
I've got a reputation of ****ing up to uphold
Is it my imagination or have we been here before?
I recognize those hopeless eyes and tired lines
And every spike on the floor
Reminds me
Where I should be
This is the role I was born to fake
It's not a choice I made
So on with the show
I've got a reputation of ****ing up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before are out the door