After the Curtains Close - Jonathan Bree

Swinging on a star

Enchanted by your charm

Swan onto the stage

Holding your bouquet

But after the sideshows

After the curtains close

There’s no need for an oddity

You won’t speak their language

You’re left a wounded narcissist

And no one wants your babies

(Honey don’t despair, she’s still out there)

She’s still out there

(Some days will be harder to bear)

She’s somewhere

(Honey don’t despair, she’s still out there)

She’s still out there

(Some days will be harder to bear)

(You just have to get through it)