Self Applause - Alicia Bridges

Have you ever noticed what a show we’re putting on?

Singing our own praises, painting our old faces

The art of putting on airs in moments of despair

The act of strutting on stage with egotistic rage

A play of tragedy with self applause

Lost in the sound of it

Self applause

The curtain comes down with self applause

What is life when it’s lived this way

It’s just a masquerade

An empty shell, a living hell with self applause

Self applause

Here, with vanity aflame

At the height of self acclaim

A theatrical affair, the mimic rants and raves

A sad charade with self applause

Lost in the sound of it

Self applause

The curtain comes down with self applause

«Oh, look at me»

He cries out to the crowd

But the audience is gone

He is standing all alone with self applause

Self applause

Lost in the sound of it

Self applause

The curtain comes down with self applause