Marsha

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I live a life of regret,

Made myself to be,

Who I needed to be,

They don't know who I am.

The shows been over,

The residency has ended,

I don't have to report there anymore.

I have my own doors to close,

My own blinds to pull down,

You'll never get to see inside.

I was who I needed to be,

To survive your residence.