Your bed is a stage And you are an actor You put me on stage And expect me to perform Then take your bows And collect your flowers And walk off Pride has got a mouthful Of you and your grace I'm left with a memory Of us face to face Waiting for something But nothing takes place The curtain goes down And I cry behind it And you kiss her behind it I take off my costume But you Never Change I become invisible Ignored, hurt, and forgotten I will never be your actressBirth sign: Gemini
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