5.II
Pigment pale
and figure frail
I feel your hands
tremble in mine
As you rest your head
on the motel bed
Asking what's left behind
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you
for playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach
and beautiful clothes
Who's to tell
of the quiet hell
Cast in your soul
Burning you down
A patient too sick to wait
You sought to medicate
You meant to feel better
But all you feel
is nothing now
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you
for playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach
and beautiful clothes
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you
for playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach
and beautiful clothes
When you take a bow
take a bow
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