Before I close my eyes; I certainly realized that thorns were far stuck and deep,
Before I laid down; I certainly felt something warm falling on my face,
The uneasiness I've been feeling, where i am nakedly stripped,
The clothes that I am wearing, they melted on this case.
I definitely knew what was coming, i braced myself and all I could do was, harden.
If only there was a way to watch memories, then hiding myself in this crowd would be, unbearable,
people did believe and some never did, however, I was never trusted with what I've shown
Neither was I proven innocent on my own.
Evidence even if they suffice are proof that it did happen,
the warmth i felt was actually tears that I had shed;
for my dedication and inspiration were all for naught,
as the people who used me, made me play in vain.
upon the underlying circumstances, I vowed as the curtain falls,
never have I felt that amadeus had produced such sadness in his extreme lulls.
they were not meant to be blue, it did become one anyway,
as finding our role meant only entertainment for those who put us in this play.
