I scripted you as a bit part,
Then somehow you stole my show.
You took over my story
And became the hero.
I found myself in the place of the damsel in distress, and that's not the way I wanted it.
I never needed you to come and save me.
Give me back my credits, I don't want this anymore.
Exit stage left; You're not the one I want to share the spotlight with.
Maybe the rest of the cast adores you, but I can see through your stage makeup.
Such a thin little mask you wear to conceal your true character
Or is that character a mask for your real self?
You can monologue all you want but my mind is made up.
Who's running this show anyway?