How do you know what you can be if you can't see where you are going? What breaks the silence? Misery can make you see where you belong. It's a dangerous stage, but the show must go on. Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let you weakness show. You just might be the last to know. Only the weak follow. Trample the fear below. Freedom is such a loaded word, so full of hurt and such aplomb. Loneliness saunters in its breeze, like a disease it drags along. The time of you life can't be had for a song.