If I'm the main character Then what are you? Some useless sidekick That will never get the praise they need? Why do you help others but never accept a "thank you"? You deserve more than this And I can't always be the one in the spotlight When you're in the audience, clapping Because no one will ever know who you really are But to me, you're always that number one
Some people are like this, including one of my greatest friends. I say, "Why can't you understand that I owe you?" He says back to me, "Why can't you understand that I never change?"
Step into the spotlight. You just might show us something that we like. You've got talents for days. It's not over, you're a supernova. Show us, teach us to not roll over. Inspire me. I could use some new motivation. Set fire to the sea. We call that innovation. I know I suffer from procrastination but step into the spotlight and you could be the next sensation.
I thank you Swallow my mind whole Leave not a crumb Consume my words Know my grief Watch as I sink Each cry for help Every bit was for you Oh sweet audience How I do love the spotlight Little candles burn at stages edge Let me not sear at flame
My audience in my head Always expecting a thrill from me. I even imagine a cartoon youth Sitting at a desk and doing nothing But writing out the actions of my life As they occur. I could only imagine What the audience in my mind Thinks of my life up to this point! What would they critique or suggest I adjust? My sound? My setting? Yes, how can I satisfy my imagination Instead of my own person using my imagination?
and now the song is over. it fades into the background as it fades out completely and now it's just me in the spotlight. dancing with my arms and stepping with my legs, i can still feel the rhythm in my veins. i said the music stopped, but don't believe everything you hear, you see, because i believed it too. and for a moment, i stood quiet. i stayed that way until another beat arrived, which happened to be the best beat of all—the ever-slowing tempo of my heartbeat. it was thumping and bumping loudly from where my ribs kept it in place. i didn't want it running away like my feet were or flying into the air like my arms.
i’m keeping it a wild kind of classy and in time with my sweet pulse still bump-bumping away, and i didn't complain as my heart kept going, continuing it's work as the foundation of the slow and reckless melody that my head created for the time being. i won't remember this song tomorrow.
my toes are tapping and my fingers are snapping and my smile shines as i feel a howl coming along. i dance in my lonely with sounds trapped inside my body—these noises were something that i decided to make, and i swing as i feel my newfound freedom uplift me. i reach this high. i dance in circles. i touch the sky. i kiss the atmosphere, hold a star, make a wish.
His heart never heuristic Spilled ink blanketed the table Everyday he fell in love with her Never did she feel the same His eyes had grown empty Hollowed by reality Even in the spotlight He could never shine bright enough