Backstage Blues - Betzefer

I don’t know but I’ve been told

Your endagered eyes

Have been killing me a long long time

And I severed

And each day passing by seemed to drain from the next

Couldn’t rearrange

That’s when I began to look for peace

And so I came to lose my faith

Here and there I lied

It came to me a long, long while…

And old candles

Still remembered projecting your silhouettes

Couldn’t burn anymore

I began to fall to pieces

And now look at me

Picking up broken pieces of mirror

From cold backstage room floors

Pull that blade stuck in my wrist

Holding it firm in my fist

Against the enemy

Again and again

Strike that brand

Cross my heart & don’t let it

Happen for the very last time

You see I’m better

And I’ve surfaced above all those demons

You once thought eternalized

It began to fall to pieces

And now look at me

Picking up broken pieces of mirror

From cold backstage room floors

Pull that blade stuck in my wrist

Holding it firm in my fist

Against the enemy

I soar like a bird

Adore the view and cut my wings

Because I already don’t want it

Because I already don’t feel no shame