I am an addict
looking for a fix.
I am so manic
performing purile tricks
I am a depressive
living in the grey
now I'm just so empty
again I've lost my way.
I love the smell of grease paint
the spotlight and the glare
the whispers of of the theatre
as they listen and they stare
i love to hide whilst playing
for the fame and the applause
but the dressing rooms are empty
when I'm me behind closed doors.