When the sun goes down, so does the facade. My mask comes off to show a monster.
The sad smile on my face.
When I play all my feelings in the song. Running my hands across the piano.
When I write how I feel. All the time. As if I'm dying. My medicine. A secret dream of mine.
When they all have left and I'm still living in the past. Thinking about how they could just move on. How they could throw away all the memories like that.
When the sun goes down. And everything is peaceful and asleep. When I'll leave it all behind. When I realize we can't live life in the past.
