Act III: The World I've Always Known

How would you feel if you could talk to stars,

Lay next to them tending your summer scars.

I do not go to cry with the tears from the sky,

The open air makes my eyes shy.

I do not run and hide behind make-belive smiles,

I've never had practice with joy.

The boy lies ahead and mean,

The truth lies behind the scene.

The fair maiden sits and throbs,

The king dies with teardrops.

The tide had never been a friend nor a foe,

But waves swallow everyone in sight as bad times grow.

We stumbled paths on a bright-sided future,

I guess I needed you a little more than I know.

I closed my eyes before it turned dark,

I guess I wasn't brave enough to watch the world burn.

I know I said goodbye far too soon,

But was I really supposed to wait for my turn.

They're living off their bedsides,

Smoking cigarettes lives.

Nothing but sluggish scoundrels,

Content with cheap beer barrels.

The words cascaded off my mind,

I was awake but I was blind.

You'd heard it million times before,

You took the pain but I had more.