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
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