When sun sets up and longing starts to fade
I put a smile and start this act of fate.
You talk of beauty, grace and even style,
But all I give you - a mysterious smile.
You all expect to get the best of me,
Cause in this scene we are considered happy,
And even though I wanted to break free,
They drag me down where all just feels like lacking.
In act of fate I am the perfect actress,
But actually it's talent not to fall.
I take applause that I was never asking,
But curtain falls and there's a spreading hole.
Between the lines you should have tried to read,
But everything for you is too distracting.
And in the shiniest stage I ever seen
I am the brightest star who just hates acting.