they would say you were destined for greatness and I could see it in all the faces: how they loved you, they adored you. but you would sing with a pain they never knew.
all the madness was never familiar and their affection was much too peculiar to sustain you, to protect you, to ever save you from the pain they never knew.
all the stars that fill the sky… they burn out before our eyes
all the sadness you carried inside—you never showed it, it was easy to hide. you’d tell your stories in all their sorrow; you’d take the stage like there was no tomorrow.