Clay

What should I pretend to be today
How should I act?
What should I say?
Under all these watchful eyes
How much will I sacrifice?
Yea…
All these masks are getting old
Trying hard not to break the mold
Losing track of who I am
Cannot call myself a man
And I wonder to myself
As I face another day
Why these people try to shape me?
Am I a man of clay?
These days I feel I’m fading fast
But how much longer can I last?
When I know deep in my heart
That men of clay slowly fall apart
And I wonder to myself
As I face another day
Why these people try to shape me?
Am I a man of clay?
And I wonder to myself
As I face another day
Why these people try to shape me?
Am I a man of clay?