Between the lines
My story's lost
And the non-descript words
That attempt to tell the truth--
Well they all merely fail
It may be raining
But according to the writers
Drops of sunshine
Are taking the place of hail
When the lights dim
And curtains fall
I am stuck in this
Costume and it seem sfingers
Are all pointed at me
I guess its funny
That the tears and struggle
Match the sorrow
Because believe it or not
It's all just a dream
It's not whats real
Its not the truth
And I'm tired of not knowing what to say or do
This is my fable
My sad tall tale
And the lies I'm playing out are getting stale
