Roll With The Punches

Who do we know when we know who we are?
Who do we play when we're playing our part?
Why do we keep putting on disguises?
Clinging to the cheapest of surprises

Clothes make the man, but the man makes mistakes
How to survive in a world full of fakes
Why do we repress our own affections?
Living by the code of our rejections

Is it always so damn hard
To learn to be happy with who you are?
To roll with the punches
Admit that our hunches
Are the only truths we know

Why must our praise be indulged by a score?
How can we love when we live like a whore?
Why did we acquire these convictions?
Guided not by joy but our afflictions

Why call the gaffes when we're all making bluffs?
Who says we're made of immutable stuff?
Why do we keep burying the layers?
Couldn't we admit we're only players?

Is it always so damn hard
To learn to be happy with who you are?
To roll with the punches
Admit that your hunches
Are the only truths you know