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
 Im disillusioned by your ways
 Your prancing on a paper stage
 The curtain call hase
 Final scene, you change your act
 And don a grownup stoic mask
 Too Late, bow, were done

 No, please just go
 Ive nothing more to say
 So no, let it go
 Theres nothing left to say

 A virtuoso on the stage
 Your every move exuded grace
 I was ovee
 I recited lines by heart
 Scripted by your flawless art
 I am much to blame

 Forget these days
 I wont play house again
 So, forget this time
 Ill keep my secrets mine