Paint on a pretty smile

even if it isn't truly yours,

no one's gonna spot the lie,

or notice your internal wars

'cause what else is left there

for you other than laughing at me without care.

You're the ballroom's Cinderella,

though you never want to dance;

with your act so spectacular,

thinking nobody spares you a second glance.

Hours pass in a blur as time flies by;

one by one, everyone leaves you behind,

but no matter how much you cry,

the salty tears will never grant you a peace of mind.

You know, all love you and adore,

except the one you now miss the most;

who you keep running from,

who you still blame for

loving you a bit too much without any pose.

The trains are long gone

as you stumble through the night,

which has swallowed every shadow,

since it's already well past dawn.

The few people sharing your streets

happen to briefly catch your eye,

but when you try to learn their secrets,

you realise they're so empty, unable to even cry.

So you keep playing impossible games

despite the numerous major losses,

all the while, your life's up in flames

and you still mark the bloody red crosses.