You say it’s perfect…..
I say my soul is broken…
i’m not good at acting, i don’t see love as a role…
we smile to each other, love each other,
We are authors, guardians, and architects…
to the love that’s in these walls….
Next come the lies….
how can we know who we are…
when we wear the same masks….
We could break through these mirrors…
if we’d dance together…..
You hold my hand…. but your hands seem unknown to me….
You want to run from this…. to forget all of us….
i just want to dance…..