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Nov 2009
He does'nt talk of realness
but plays up the scene
hiding under lights
behind his voice that sings
the crowd cheers his presence
unaware of his lies
but there in the shadows
she sees what he defies
a chill passes through him
without a sound
silence in his soul
he knows what she has found
yet denial runs deelp
a prisoner of his youth
he'll push her eyes away
for fear of the truth
thunder rocks in his ears
a star on the stage
his ego swells rampant
here is is the rage
Hi is going to sing "Giggalo"
and looks across the room
a frown upon her face
waiting for the tune
his voice slightly falters
ever so brief
he builds a cloud around his heart
and gets to the beat
when the song comes to the end
all hands begin to clap
his eyes look to her
an empty chair where she sat
Written by
connie rae sebert
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