6 acessos
Are you hurting ?
Feel like dying ?
I wonder
Do theatrics
Ease your pain or
Feed a hungry soul
Hysterics
Overreaction
I wonder
Why my feelings
Play supporting
To your leading role
I'm disillusioned by your ways
Your prancing on a paper stage
The curtain call has come
Final scene, you change your act
And don a grownup stoic mask
Too Late, bow, we're done
No, please just go
I've nothing more to say
So no, let it go
There's nothing left to say
A virtuoso on the stage
Your every move exuded grace
I was overcome
I recited lines by heart
Scripted by your flawless art
I am much to blame
Forget these days
I won't play house again
So, forget this time
I'll keep my secrets mine