As painted harlequins,
We dance like mannequins,
But when the last note rings
I wonder just who pulls the strings.
I'll watch the curtains fall,
And this once enchanted ball
Becomes another empty hall,
Like nothing happened here at all.
Where are u my king?
Where are u my majesty?
Critic’s pen may praise my art,
Of playing each and every part.
But I need you my one true king of hearts.
We dance beneath the silver moon,
We hide behind our pretty mask,
So that we may perform the task,
Of looking happy everyday,
Though we just wish to run away,
From this big fake and mockering,
From all the lies and suffering
I cry for u so desperately,
I call for u so earnestly,
My one true king of hearts.
Where are u my king?
Where are u my majesty?
What good’s the taste of sweet success?
In my bitter cup of loneliness
Without u, my one true king of hearts?
Sitting still with charm and poise
While trying to block out all the noise
That comes from every single door
I promise not to ask for more...
Than this come back to me,
Come back to me my king,
Come to set me free,
Wipe my tears away,
And help me to be brave
Thought I may stand alone
Please help me to stand strong
And give your truth away
So all may see the day
When you return to us my one true king of hearts.
By - Alice and the cards book/Cookie :)
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