Stary skies On painted nights Hearty ties With scripted fights Fake, it's just a scene This actor's world Can become mean When you wish to lean your head On one's shoulder But you stay at home instead And the stress makes you look a bit older And you rather go to bed
Why does it have to be hard? Why do we cry? Why do we dream so far? When are dreams just crash from up high
Director yells cut And you shrink inside And you wonder what, You didn't hide There no room for your stress Keep your eyes to the script It's what director thinks best Your opinion is skipped
Why does it have to be hard? Why do we cry? Why do we dream so far? When dreams just crash from up high