quarta-feira, 28 de dezembro de 2011

To a clown

The show is ended
I put the curtains down to wash
Just in time to see you rush
So, what all of this mean?

Who's the one confused?
I've pulled your mask already over
So much make-up remover
But your face is still not clean

'Cause of you, I broke up in rage
On stage
Slightly after our spring season
You came and cried loud in my bed
And fled
Taking away a part of my reason

The ashes of our fire circle are vanishing
Those words who melted like plastic
And damn myself, caught in believing
In a child doing tricks of magic
Let us throw out your incomplete being
And my memories of hope, who's missing
Let us both go after life

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