[Verse 1] Lights on. Smile ready. Pose strong. Feelings steady. We rehearse what feels “authentic”, Every move is cinematic. If it looks right, it must be real— At least that’s how it’s meant to feel. [Chorus] We perform ourselves all night, Call it truth, adjust the light. Every flaw is stylized, Every moment merchandised. We perform ourselves again, For the crowd, for the friends. If they watch, we exist— If they don’t, we remix. [Verse 2] Offstage feels so uncomfortable, Silence isn’t marketable. Even doubts need choreography, Even fear needs symmetry. We don’t lie, we just adjust— Call it branding, call it trust. [Chorus] We perform ourselves all night, Frame by frame, angle right. Every wound is well-designed, Every truth is trimmed to size. We perform ourselves again, Till the lines start feeling thin. If it sells, we say it’s art— If it breaks, we call it smart. [Outro] Under all these roles, We forgot who we were. [570]