Nightengale

Nightengale

Your face is plastic
Just like an adict
The mask is perfect
It won't budge

Your facade so pretty
Your words are smooth
It's inhuman to talk to you

It seems rehearsed
Each and every step
Your sinking so low
Your missing all depth

Your so elegant
You just can't slip up
But they watch with egar eyes
For you to mess up

What kind of fame
Could bring such a curse
Fall like a widow
Or a nightengale bird