He says he looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believe him to be
And he says he walks a thin line
He's getting closer
Between what is and what could be To something he can't understand
Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
And there was nothing there
Cause on and on and on he goes
And now it's a long way down Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand
On and on and on he goes He says his head is filled with
Cartoons and fairy tales
He's built a pretty cage
And he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls
His shows on a beautiful stage
With smiles on their faces
With candy coated prison bars
And chains that look like jewelry Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And there was nothing there
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder And now it's a long way down
Cause he lives inside
For false expectations and illusionsA fairy tale sand castle now
And there's room inside.
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