Act I: The Quiet Life I sit alone all day Far removed from center stage I memorize my lines A thousand words I'll never say Preparing for the big audition I call you on the phone In the morning Saturday You ask if everything's okay And wait so patiently Through the awkward silences I never have the nerve to ask you Childhood wishes Dirty dishes I will show you everything Act II: The bu*terfly They typecast me as dull I deserve a better role An understudy to the man That sleeps inside of this cocoon I will rise above this stage fright Still I have the bu*terflies In my stomach In my heart Life is a performance art Someday soon I'll speak my soul Shed my skin and fly away Free of every inhibition A reversal through rehearsal I want some understanding I want some understanding An acting cla** will teach me To be myself completely I want some understanding I want some understanding Nobody knows for certain What lies behind the curtain Act III: The Final Bow Cla** is beginning finally Three units of group therapy Twenty people in a room Wearing many different lives Like picking clothes For an important party Still I have the bu*terflies In my stomach In my heart Life is a performance art Someday soon I'll speak my soul Shed my skin and fly away Free of every inhibition A reversal through rehearsal