Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison? Do you perform love, or do you feel it? Can you tell the difference? Do you love your mother? Do you love your father? Are you your father’s daughter? Are you your mother’s daughter? Are you shaped by your past or shaped by your fate? Are you shaped by what happened to you, or by what you chose to ignore? Do you care too deeply or not at all? Are you obsessed or disinterested? Are you obsessed, or are you empty? Are you the girl who quit or are you the girl who kept going? Are you the girl who quit, or the girl who couldn’t afford to? Are you a mother or an artist? Are you insane? Did something happen to you? Or did you make it happen? Is your suffering something you’ve endured, or something you’ve wielded? Is your suffering a wound, or is it a knife you carry with pride? Are you a liar? Are you a killer? Could you be? What would it take? And once it happened, would you be the the girl you were before or the girl you were after you had the capacity to kill? Are you the girl who cut herself open or are you the one who got cut open? Are you the girl who shot a gun or are you the girl who hadn’t before? Are you a believer in God? Are you a believer in good? Do you believe in true goodness or are you a believer in, at its core, selfishness? Is goodness just fear in disguise? Are you real? Are you part of something not real? What is real to you? What is the realest part of you? What is the least real part of you? Are you right? Is your ‘real’ the right ‘real’? Are you a bad person? Are you a good person? Is there a right or a wrong? Define right and wrong. Why is your right right? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Did you do it or did another version of you do it? How many versions of you have there been? How long have you been performing, Alison? Long enough to forget where the act ends? Do you feel alive right now, or are you just pretending? How much more can you give them before there’s nothing left of you? The truth is, you don’t exist without them. You’re not a person, Alison. You’re a reflection. This isn’t a performance, Alison. This is begging. When this show is over, who are you Alison?