The musician

THE MUSICIAN

You standing there, on top of the world, on a stage.
Looking down at memories of broken hearts.
And you see and you feel and you know it's not real.
And who are they to judge you, pretending ,that they care.
Who are they to think, they know your soul.
Words are just words, written by a poet.
You feel the glory, they just feel, the pain.
But it's good and it's how it's suppose to be.
You are the king of the stage, it's were you wana be.
So, sing, sing your sad, sad song.
The one that makes you cry.
Of wishes, hopes and dreams that never came true.
So sing, sing you're sad, sad song.............................................................. ....................................................................................................................

BACK