*
A spotlight flickers on.
She looks to the side
Then down, then up.
Her hair shines with the glare.
The credits are rolling across
the screen and she's running
Backstage, with that long letter
Balled tightly inside of her fist.
It's all ripping to sad shreds
and the spotlight shines on.
Hot tears streak her cheeks
with sadistic trails of saltwater.
The sea floods the stage and
she sees no other way out.
Tomorrow, she'll deny you.
She slinks back onstage
and calmly tells you a story,
slowy gaining her composure.
It's the real and true story,
not the one that they made up.
It's a sun, a moon.
An asteroid.
And she's unharmed.
She looks to the side
Then down, then up.
Her hair shines with the glare.
The credits are rolling across
the screen and she's running
Backstage, with that long letter
Balled tightly inside of her fist.
It's all ripping to sad shreds
and the spotlight shines on.
Hot tears streak her cheeks
with sadistic trails of saltwater.
The sea floods the stage and
she sees no other way out.
Tomorrow, she'll deny you.
She slinks back onstage
and calmly tells you a story,
slowy gaining her composure.
It's the real and true story,
not the one that they made up.
It's a sun, a moon.
An asteroid.
And she's unharmed.