Bystanders
pay no attention to the girl behind the mask,
like the man behind the curtain she'll give you all you ask.
but who gives her?
she'll wither away never knowing who you were.
aint it sad?
how no one recognizes what they had.
pay no attention to the boy and his guitar,
strumming chords to drown his loneliness that still it wont get him very far
but still he tries
so that nobody sees he cries
aint it sad?
how people treat eachother...so bad
they paid no attention as they crossed the crowded room
seeing shadow after shadow, wilting slowly as they bloom
then they see
each one more miserable than he
is it true?
theres some more miserable than you
All the innocent bystanders in the crowd they wait and listen
for some tiny inclination that their voices have been risen
were they heard?
by someone greater and absurd
so that they feel
they're a little bit more real
the girl the boy and all the people in the world
bathe in the sun and shed their skin as high up in the air they twirled
beneath the moon
they could see eachother bloom
could it be?
things are worth what can't be seen
afterall
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