Call it pride nor predjudice I maintain the facade.
So weak, so flawed.
Broken and bent, not quite spent.
This whirlwind that changes the songs.
Not the snobbery of pretense, no that would be shallow
To worship the tangible things.
Having it all, sacrificed for the long hall
Missing that flight on the wings.
The fear of being seen
No looks in the eyes, please
You might see the storm and the rain.
Keep your eye on the smile, maintained for a while
But someday you may see my pain.