Had everything go wrong, and got through it somehow
Not who I was yesterday, so who am I now?
From the stage to the screen, then lost from the scene
Searching for substance, will I find what I mean?
Creators of content, shadow puppets before flames
Fight to keep the fires going, so they remember our name
Lost to nuance and kismet,
a game of Russian roulette
Playing the hand as the cards fall
knowing one day they’ll forget
If they ever knew us at all,
Began to notice who we are
Fighting for legacy,
If we make it that far
So many names at the top, the masses romance
So many, the same talent, the stars chosen by chance
When the curtain closes, to the shadows return
In the quiet, alone, what did we learn?
For all of the struggle, did it matter in the end?
Or was it all just for the time we got to play in pretend?
