In the bar
They dance, and spin.
Each trying to impress someone new.
Each pretending to be someone else
Something they're not.
Reminds me of high school
It was all about popularity
Who was the prettiest
Who was most athletic.
Do we ever really stop pretending.
Do we ever alow ourselves to be who we truley are
Or do we always lie
And do we lie only to others
Or do we also lie to ourselves?
Do we ever REALLY know who we are?