The sun speckled terrace of the streets shine like lights in the sky
And every day, I put the same episode on air for the masses
The views come in, they all love it
But I feel like my work is never done
A mask of comedy lies stuck to my face
The glue on the inside can never come off
But the show must go on, the showrunners do say
So why can't I put on a tragedy
The mask falls off for the world to see
Now everyone knows the real me
A brand new season to show the world
But doing so, the monkey's paw is curled
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