No one has to knowI could always hideBut sometimes it might get to meThe things on all their mindsLike, "They don't know I'm lonely"And, "They don't know I'm kind"Or scared that I can't hack it with the current paradigmEvery single lineEvery single rhymeEvery single truth I singOnce started as a lieI promise that I'm fineBut then I redesignAnd put myself together like some little FrankensteinAh-ahDoes a story die with its narrator?Ah-ahSurely it's forgotten sooner or laterAh-ahHope they spell my name right in the paperAh-ahIn here lies the great impersonatorMm-mmI'm lying in a car crashIn a...