curtain call.

not a day goes by without me thinking of you
it was just me and you on your bedroom floor
you told me of a beautiful fairytale
where i was the moon and you were the sky
now all i've got are blanks which i'm supposed to fill with a verse

so stop,
stop it all
we're never going anywhere with this charade
lies, deceit, the same old story
like a masquerade
so many stories, so little alibis
but at least i tried

stop, drop and roll
you were never in it from the get-go
"let's take things slow"
that all so familiar line
everything was just for show
likke shadow dancing in the hall
you're but a silhouette