maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Who is it?


Mirror shadows your face
Painting your lips with bloody wine
And before any goodbye be said
You softly whisper to my ear
And gone to metaphor
Who is it?
Is it me or somebody?
Who is it?
Is it the world or yourself?
You try to deceive

Jump to merciless eyes, acting like somebody
Living in the spotlight, no time for sorrow
Because they will beat you and break you
When they find your weakness

I try to confront on the backstage
But you only laugh at me
Everybody is such a fool
But prove me wrong
Or keep telling those dreams
Who is it?
Is it me or somebody?
Who is it?
Is it the world or yourself?
You try to deceive

You tell me don’t waste a worry, no, you never let me
Always try to look confident and untouchable
You bring closing curtain under your feet
And an old chess game is playing again

Submitted: Monday, November 08, 2010

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