Act I
Watching the scenes of my life
As a spectator,
Understanding acting isn’t for me
Participation kept to a minimum,
Dialogue kept painfully simple
And, forget emotion
Laughing, crying
Its all the same
Act II
Silently
And rather appropriately
Mocking the silliness
Of this dreadful girl, who resembles me
And that sad, and lonely boy
Who resembles fire, and dust
All an illusion really.
Yes,
I think I’ll sit this one out too
The drama, and loud tears
So moving,
So disgustingly indulgent
Act III
A finale of sorts
I’ll have a cocktail with this one,
It ought to be good.
Awaiting the breakdown
God, such a convincing heartbreak.
Thankful I quit,
That I saw this ending coming
Lets just close the curtains,
Shut down the whole god ****** production
I’d rather the story just stop now.
-Taylor
Its better this way.