Parade
A story about how one's desire for attention destroys the relationships with those who know who they really are. This attention causes them to become just another faceless name on the wall.
I can only pretend that you weren't the one I claimed to love before
In front of me, betray my memory with a figure you knew I'd abhor
Taken with the call of neon lights, strip yourself of the face that you wore
Plead your case for acceptance, hide imperfections that make you who you are
Ashamed to admit you're imperfect
Try to show your worthy of the title
Of most desirable heart in the room
Change, necessary evolution
Hate for the shape you are made from
Hurts your soul, for you feel alone when you look around
If you fail to love what you're made of
Don't expect me to stay and perform
The dance of submission to the queen you think you are
It's all an illusion you carry
Catch the eyes of those you don't care to know
Only so you feel better about the hollow form you parade
Claim that you are a person yourself yet you blend into the mass that you chose
Unaware of the shallow depth you tread, I wonder if you see your foes
Slap on another shade of disgrace to the name you carefully compose
Must be easy to walk home alone, when you care not for those you all but oppose
About the Creator
Darren McGuigan
An Irish musician, filmmaker, screenwriter, song writer and art lover. I love movies and music like nothing else and have dedicated myself to create my own art. Favorite writers include J.K Rowling, Christopher Nolan, Quentin Tarantino,
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