The Show

I wasn’t so sure if she’s my friend Pretending she’s kind but she’s insane I never ever dream to steal her place She’s wrecking my nerves and my pretty face So it is damn true that she projects cruelty Trying not to be promiscuous though I’m in state of insanity How could I get along with her if she’s my frenemy? Should I be mean and play her fool games badly? There was a time I was in a show She stole my spot and made hard blow I got an ache feeling, troubles and shame Left the spotlight empty and I was so lame Told myself I shouldn’t ran out Got these magic words from my mouth I will hold my mic till there’s a next time I’ll shine like a flame in my perfect time