Behind closed doors when the curtain closes,
Too many voices screaming through
A few rooms extend to that of a million losses
All they are obsessed with what was never true;
Stumbling back falling in the globe of fake smiles
Every bit so damn perfect ,never fails to leave cue,
Expectations running ahead a million miles
Leaving to deal with a state of Black and Blue!
Falling back again ,pretending what we never saw
Still making alive through thick and thinInvisible scratches on the pale skin, they like to draw
Hiding away from the world, away in the ripped jean.
Perfect ,ever been so damn perfect
Now it's scary to be the odd one out;
Just like the fortune cookies burned beyond baked
Never gets old what the fuss is all 'bout!
That distant world of constant criticism
All they do is judge at the first sight
Breaking up the bars of the good old prison
Who ever returned unstained from such a fight?
An unhappy generation with happy pictures
Ashamed of a broken heart hidden behind the laughing face;
An uncanny mixture of the furs and scars
Smiling again from the glam room with glowing lace.
All that seems real of what is truly fake
Perfect images clouded back on the dreamland
Never appearing on what is crystal clear as a lake,
Like playback singers in a band;
Bruised emotionally yet way too strong
Not just to get over with it now
'Cause the issues have grown as big as King-Kong
But to get on with it 'til it gives a bow!
perfect.. lines
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Deletessssssssooooooooooooooooooooooooo cool wish i could write like that
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I'm flattered :)
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