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
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 6:31 AM UTC
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
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