My words and actions were empty
And, so was I, when you held me
And your hand, strong, on my back
Wasn't a support, but an act
All the stories of us you spun
As fake as the smile I painted on
Until from within the spotlight's glow
I saw it was all for the crowd, for the show
And I ran because nothing was worth this
Ran, like a puppet from her ventriloquist
Let your mind be your own and still seek wise counsel