The Comedy of My Hands

[Intro]
Here's a little story, a real comedy, unfolding just for me
Old ideals on trust, respect, a time I believed freely
But then I met someone, full of false beliefs, living in a fantasy
Thought the world was beautiful, a shiny angel, they couldn't see

[Verse 1]
We danced on illusions, in a bubble so warm
Thought the world was a garden, but I was warned of the storm
They said, "Look at the colors, look at the light"—but darkness creeped in
Money's worth diminished, respect's the only thing that wins

[Pre-Chorus]
Honest to myself, I wondered, who's stronger in this fight?
Lying just to hope, holding onto a flickering light
But deep inside I knew the truth, shining cruel and clear
In the end, the only thing I own—my hands, my mirror

[Chorus]
This comedy's a tragedy, played on a stage of my own
Every laugh, every tear, in the silence I've known
I tried to hold on to hope, but it faded away
Now I stand alone, with nothing left to say

[Bridge]
Broke the chains of false beliefs, to see the world so stark
Realized the joke was on me, lost in the dark
Now I wonder, who’s the stronger, who’s the real king?
It’s the honest truth, it’s the hands that can bring

[Outro]
So I did what I loved, but I never lied to my soul
In this comedy of life, I finally took control
There’s no hope but what I hold inside
In my hands, alone I reside

Dark comedic folk, raw acoustic guitar, spoken word elements, introspective mood