Melancholia

Life is nothing more,
then a stage
It's about the way you play
If they don't like you,
you're out
If they love you,
they want more
But what if the shadows,
from behind the stage are pulling you back?
Neurotic and scared to play melodramatic
Then you won't be noticed,
by anyone
You just stand looking at the girl,
playing the main part
You don't exist,
are not alive
won't be remembered,
then you are,
a nobody
Just like before

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