the.jester
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FAKE A SMILE
Drown your sorrow
through these lines;
realize there's no shoulder to cry;
just the paper,
just your mask,
just deny that the rout chokes your heart,
that once again the hope has died,
that on its grave a jester cries
and hides his wounds, his tears he dries
what can he do but fake a smile?
Dress your weakness
in disguise
and deny those naïve dreams of your heart;
lift the curtain,
breathe and laugh;
dry your eyes 'cause the show has to start.
'Cause once again the hope has died
and on its grave a jester cries;
he hides his wounds, his tears he dries
what can he do but fake a smile?
As beautiful as cruel,
so innocently blue,
the hope that blinds my heart
and makes me dream and fly,
that glitters just to die
and fade before my eyes,
to show it's just a lie,
a void that fills my life.
Drown your sorrow
through these lines;
realize there's no shoulder to cry;
just the paper,
just your mask,
just deny that the rout chokes your heart,
that once again the hope has died,
that on its grave a jester cries
and hides his wounds, his tears he dries
what can he do but fake a smile?
Dress your weakness
in disguise
and deny those naïve dreams of your heart;
lift the curtain,
breathe and laugh;
dry your eyes 'cause the show has to start.
'Cause once again the hope has died
and on its grave a jester cries;
he hides his wounds, his tears he dries
what can he do but fake a smile?
As beautiful as cruel,
so innocently blue,
the hope that blinds my heart
and makes me dream and fly,
that glitters just to die
and fade before my eyes,
to show it's just a lie,
a void that fills my life.
Now once again my hope has died
and on its grave I quietly cry;
I hide my wounds, my tears I dry
what can I do but fake this smile?
and on its grave I quietly cry;
I hide my wounds, my tears I dry
what can I do but fake this smile?
The Jester (29/11/12)
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