Footprints

Only In The Movies

A theatre, running tapes, a grand premiere

Is my life really this exciting? Or just a sinking pit for the misfits

A dead hole, buried deep in the ground

Forgotten, being watched standby from lack of care

That the ruins of our hearts are barren

And nobody comes to plant that one little sapling to start it all

The Earth is cracked, dehydrated of love

and yet the destruction of it is filmed down to our last grain

Is it only in the movies where our lives are envious?

Where our pain is portrayed by others who don't feel this pain

Yet they never will and act better than we would

Is this only in the movies?

How come nobody will watch our true stories on screen?

Is it the feeling of real life pain that brings them down?

Because with all our crack and dying trees it'd seem to me

Only in the movies does reality change to the end of a mourning