I'll play the part you set for me,
the villain I'm supposed to be.
I've watched you drown in fantasy
and now it's time to set you free.
You tell me that it isn't fair,
can't understand why I dont' care
when circumstances here and there
are altered. What do you compare?
You foolish child, you're much too young
to comprehend the song that's sung,
to see no welcome mat is hung
on Life's front door, so hold your tongue.
And yet, though foolish you may be,
you have a certain quality,
a certain aura I can see:
determined, strong, it captures me.
You play the heroine, my love.
I'll play the villain, boot and glove,
while hoping to the stars above
that I'm the one you're dreaming of.
"I'm just a child, hugging her dreams / hiding her tears,
swallowing her screams."
"Be'st thou sad, or scared, or merry / or tired of life and
the cross thou must carry /
I'll share in thy joy and I'll share in thy pain / expressing a
love that shall ever remain."
"sometimes I wish / I could (ahead / of time) snuff / my own
flame and /
maybe tonight / my tears / will wash away this burning."
"Let's make our wildest dreams come true / before it's too
late."
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