There is another life behind your dark hair, hollow eyes.
There is another past beyond the crowds of young girls and curious boys that surround you
day and night
Sometimes I catch you smiling with satisfaction behind your poker face
because you know, no one knows
I see your parts falling more and more each day
Your shell becoming brittle and breaking
Your letting your mystery slip away
You don’t know, I know
I don’t know where your story started
I don’t know where the figures came into play
But I’ve already read the ending
I know where your turn made one fatal wrong move
No one knows your real name or where you came from
There’s another man underneath your costume
I know because he’s already seduced me
And he’s been telling me secrets you know
Who knew your own shadow would let such crucial information slip?
I don’t know where your story started
But he’s drawing me in piece by piece
The more I know the quicker I can free him
He only comes out in the pitch black dead of night
And he softly screams and sings and wraps his eyes around me
I don’t know where your story started
I don’t know when you split
Late at night I see you smile behind your poker face
Because you know, no one knows
And I smile back because you don’t know that I see you
You don’t know, I know
© 2006 bazil zerinsky (verablue)
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