Asphalt Astronaut - shadow self

I am the big thing in a small space
I am the chest inside your heart
I am shame inside a preacher's soul
I am the shadow in the portrait hall
I am many, many things
A snake, a whisper in the hall
A missing step beneath the darkness
But I am you, oh, most of all
I will guide your hand in darkness
I will hide you from the light
I will teach you all the bad things
That darling, make you feel alright
A show rehearsed, a show to see
A show with pricey, pricey tickets
But you sell them nonetheless
When no one buys, they're worth far less
A show you learned from gods, from men
A show you practice now and then
A show you cannot quite sustain
A show you host with easy pain
"Come one, come all," you say
The fool, the loneliest part you play but oh
My dear, you play it well
And I swear it's hard to tell

Written by:
Jessica Tanner

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