Never knew that my heart was so close to my chest till I feel its imprint
A hint of its wild rhythm and heavy beat; drops of sweat caress my cheek
A streak a comfort that flows with gravity, the spotlight causes it to glint
Audience applause, twisted; do they enjoy my fear and sadness at its peak?
I grow weak
Is there a backstage to life?
Without a spotlight
A script full of expectations that I stumble and stutter through
Wish they knew that I couldnít handle what I did not write
Start a fight with the writer that I had I handed the pen to
Forever rue my naivetť, I, being blinded by the light
Is there a time when the mask cracks?
Where I donít have to act?
The demand of the crowd, my hands and feet held by strings
They sting Iím controlled by thoughts of my peers
I fear Finding myself wavering to unconscious dreams
It seemsÖ the show is ending, the conclusion draws near
Reduced to tears
May I scream, cry, or tear down the curtains?
Rip my costume, signify Iím hurtiní?
I wonder, is the end inevitable, gloom laced in the scriptís end
Send someone to erase the end, rescue me from despair
Where is the divine hand thatíll destroy the stage and defend?
Mend what I have spoiled, I plead as Iím still unaware