What matters in the end
Is it the fact that I did something selfish
Did I maybe achieve something great
Did I scrape together lots of earthly gold
Has my name been on people's lips
Did I get to stand on big stages
Are those on my behalf the day I die
or will I be forgotten after burial like everybody else
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What counts?
What matters?
Who decides that, those others or me by myself?
Is it important that I'd be like all the others
Those that can behave, those who are self-conscious
Those who look good, those who say the right words
Do I have to repeat the same sentences after them
Do they laugh if I show them who I am,
if I show what's inside me, what I am thinking
and when I stand before them completely naked
do they make me crawl all the way down
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I can't keep denying the person in me
Thousand notes tangled inside of me
I try to clear them up, to untangle them
way too much and I don't have time for a break
I'm afraid of those who are afraid even more
Some of them disappear, some of them stay
Can I be good for those people
who are there for me, do I cause them
a disappointment when I show my weaknesses
do I give delight for anyone or only harm
Do I do right, do I do wrong when I step up
Before their eyes I'm stumbling, getting dumber getting wiser
And what do I do when I'm out of all questions
Is there any other options than that
I'll be quiet.