What would you do if your life was perfect, then fell into the deep abyss of pain and suffering/crying and hatred?
You'd get over it, cause you would have to, to keep going and tread lightly on the thin ground that your life has become...to keep your head down and smother your sobs with the broken hearts and lost dreams of yesterday. You keep the mask of yourself on the play all of the time, then fall into your perfect bleeding tears and suicidal dreams...here you are free, here you let it all go...for you know that when you open the door your facade is in play, the lies you've weaved so brilliantly never falter...because you are perfect, in all your suicidal glory...
People come and go, they never stay too long but they always leave you with a mark, a scar, a memory...they all bleed into one beautiful mess...Forever remembered but you know they'll forget you, your name, your face, the beautiful lies you spun together so elegantly...this is your life...
Spin, spin young dancer, dance and sway...this is freedom as you'll eternally know. Spin to the dark and foreboding music that plays endlessly in your mind...cry those thousand crimson tears...and then dance, forever on your bedroom floor you will be seen as the prima-ballerina to the damned, they worship your beauty and elegance...and when you falter, make a mistake they clap and cheer sincerely..for they know who you truly are, they know the mask you wear is all but a broken heart...and they still love you...this is your life...
and when the living cry the fake tears of mourn, you will still be dancing, forever the beautiful thing they could not see, could not recognize...you will be the dancing ghost of forever...because they could not see your pain, your cutting, your broken dreams and lost memories...now they are sorry, now they see, but its too late...your too happy spinning, swaying for the other lost souls and they love you...that would be your life..
