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• Artiste: Scruffpuppie
• Titre: Exit Stage Left
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The lights dim, the curtains open And I am center stage I'm glowing through my face And your eyes pierce me like I'm hope But I'm hopeless all the same Like pieces of a page I explode into flames Leave the audience amazed All the "ooo"s and the "ahh"s I can't hear through the state I engulfed myself in Yes, I know the end And I’m sorry to say, but this isn't it I digress, get it off my chest 'Cause I'm breathing less The stagehand is calling me, "exit stage left" The audience claps They beg for me back An earful of love and a knife in my back Turn the playbill over and see The mark of the beast above the casting Analyze the body language of our neighboring seats Find spies who'll peek And edit the flow of our favorite showing The audience knows, but the show will keep going Anger arises for those in disguises The curtain will close, intermission arrived Pulling needles of wood from my fingers I'm building the set Designed to hold the best The director has favorites I'm not one of them I showed a selfish whim and dishonesty to mend And I made so many cry Without batting an eye I was careless and afraid that I'd get left behind In my mind Everybody wants to watch me die Fear became reality, doubt became real life Recovery ain't new to me It's like riding bikes I still wish there was a manual to guide me through the heights Nurture what you have 'til the showing's in the past Never showing it again We finally meet the end, say goodbye I don't write With pen or paper anymore I guess I Should practice bringing boats ashore Every life Equivalent unique and more Please don't die Watch it self-repair, the world Spins on it's axis the gravity taxes You are but a speck in a universe massive Time exists outside us, watch it as it passes Colors change, but you're the same People left and people came People grow, witness change Trust again, break the chains Memories are born again Memories are born again People grow, witness change Trust again, break the chains Memories are born again Memories are born again Written by a psychopath Suicide alone out back Many of you cried Not sure as to why Be it leather or a paperback All the same, it's words you lack Read it all again Director waves a hand "Exit stage left"