about nothing in particular.
I'm getting off my stage, the curtains pull away
No hyper bowl to hide behind, my naked soul exposes
Trying to find the magic, trying to write a classic
Waste-bin full of paper, clever rhymes, see you later...
These words are my own from my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There's no other way to better say
I love you, I love you
here's to feeling awkward about not really having a life because of being in a show. cheers.