It is opening night
And the curtains are pulling back...
I've grown weary of conversation
Of the tireless chatter that surrounds me...
You hold her hand in yours,
Your smile blissful, all knowing...
Don't let me fall due to the darkness within,
Let me repent and wash off my sins...
I've never believed in much,
But I believed in you...
Why is it you believe you know the extent of my...
Why do you believe you know my mind...
When will I wake up, grow up learn?
When will I reach the inevitable...
I am not real,
Yes, i am made of flesh and blood...
You sit there crying crocodile tears,
Oh how very sad...
I could talk for hours,
I have dimples on my chin...
If I say I want to be a fireman I want you to...
How bloody brilliant not oh you can try...
I know what you want from me
But I must confess...