Real Pain Versus Hollywood
She broke my heart today,
an actor trails off to a setting in a bar,
a drink in front of him he slowly circles the glass with his fingers,
his eyes seem to say,
she is the one that broke my heart, not me.
Here at home, I haven’t any facade to count upon,
only my life, my heart, my soul,
my who I am suddenly trapped inside this world of quiet
for that is what we are after all, much like Hollywood.
We play our role, we dance a number,
sing a song sweet melody,
the world is a happy and fulfilling place,
in celluloid visual special effects.
Here at home my tears are real,
while I am here and she is there, and we are both
our lives we find some healing grace,
and we’ll move on with only a nostalgic tear …
I guess after all life is a film studio..