Trees dance with the wind's rythmn.
The sun casts its shadow onto the pavement...

Trapped within my past, twisted metaphors.
Haunted by the horrid memories, painted black...

Dwelling to the sadness of her words,
The songs melody drains my happiness...

Rehearsing her lines once more, she heads for the...
Once the curtains open, she becomes the character...

Stepping out of the crowd,
Her hips sway to the rythmn of the music...

The first time our eyes met,
I was lured in...

Standing in the spotlight, I recite my final...
As the play ends, hundreds applaud, entertained...

On the edge of the platform, I wait for the...
Although the stadium is buzzing with noise...

Tears stain your cheeks,
As you confess your secret...

Forced to relive the same nightmare over,
Stuck inside my head, the scenario plays...

He enters the restricted gates, his identity...
The iron doors close behind him, trapped for years...

You could look at her
And never really see...