But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free

The show must go on.The show must go on.Inside my heart is breaking.My make-up may be flaking.But my smile still stays on.My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies.Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die.

Hey, my make-up is just fine thank you very much.

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