You said you were fine
I nearly told you how much I hate that bravado
The pulling of brave faces
To disguise the fact your dying inside
You said you couldn't see the point in staying like this
I must confess I can't as well
But whats to be done now?
Bring the lights down?
Accept the applause for another show
And weren't you the star
And weren't you the star
(And I'm sure they'll all say how good you were)
And I'll slink off through the back passages
Nursing my feelings with some well spoken words
You can't see the point in going like this
I must confess I wish you could