Distorted memory and a broken heart?
Darling, count me in, I too have been a victim in the past
And I know that the show is not about to end
Applaud we will when the confetti begins to descend
Under the moonlight, Oh look how divine
We exhibit our pain and our pain makes us shine
We outshine the stars, they burn, they envy
Our glittering bodies, this glamour, they fall in jealousy
Poetic and philosophical, our pain is symbolic
Insignificant to many, to others? sizzling and erotic
Ours is the pain romantic and chaotic-burning and conceiving
Our morals and a character engulfed in bitterness- with our hearts forever aching.