He walks in a room, a mirror of all
Reflecting desires, heeding every call
His own dreams deferred, against the wall
For a pat on the back, he'd give his all

He's the man with a thousand faces
None his own, lost in the spaces
He'll bend and break in all the right places
Just to get a nod, to the races
Just to get a nod, to the races

A chameleon heart, shifting with the scene
His true colors hidden, never to be seen
In the quest for approval, he's always keen
Sacrificing beliefs, to be the go-between

He's the man with a thousand faces
None his own, lost in the spaces
He'll bend and break in all the right places
Just to get a nod, to the races
Just to get a nod, to the races
He's the man with a thousand faces
None his own, lost in the spaces
He'll bend and break in all the right places

But there's a cost to the role he plays
A silent scream, as his soul frays
In the quiet night, his conscience weighs
The price of the masquerade, the endless charades

He's the man with a borrowed script
Lines rehearsed, perfectly equipped
To charm and disarm, he's adeptly slipped
Into roles that ensure he's always tipped
He's the man with a borrowed script
Lines rehearsed, perfectly equipped
To charm and disarm, he's adeptly slipped
Into roles that ensure he's always tipped

Will he ever find the courage to stand