The Girl on Stage
The Girl on Stage (1/17/2007)
The spotlight shines and the curtains have opened
I’m the entire present crowd, sitting, staring, I’m hopeless
This beauty starring in my dreams and dancing with grace
It’s a sudden glimpse of heaven, yet there’s a tear on my face
Because the fear of disgrace keeps me bound to my seat
Chained to the chair with shackles around my feet
I can’t help but think about it, then I curse every thought
There may be nothing to gain, but I can feel something lost
So as I peel through remorse and try to find my old balance
I tip toe around my words to keep the perception I’m callous
It’s hard to confess that I’ve been feeling this weakness
To be perfectly honest, I really don’t need this
But I can’t stop the flood line as it fills every moment
That look in your eye, can be so lethal and potent
Enough to block reality and make me think about it
But I must keep it under cover, hidden and shrouded
It’s a tiny bit hard to write and say but not say it
At this point I can’t focus, you’re gorgeous, I hate it
I try my best to evade it and hide from my feelings
I can’t go through this again, can somebody start steering?
And take me away from the stage that I’ve dreamt of
Close my eyes to the beauty and don’t let it pent up
Twist this and bend us and break every attraction
Just take all the hope and my every distraction
Cause I’m sick of this feeling, pathetic and hopeless
I don’t stand a chance cause of facts, I understand and I know this
But if you still haven’t noticed, I’m a dreamer of dreamers
So I dream of the beauty like a stubborn believer
Hurting myself with the thought in the spotlight
Feeling the burn, like the cliche that it’s hot white
But my mind drives through the stop light, a sigh of acceptance
Torture me ’til you fade, I refuse the repentance
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