And when the sun sets, a part of me is awoken,
The part that needs to forget, the part that’s broken,
A new facade is ready, the goal remains the same,
The darkest outfit on, set the night aflame,
Music at it’s loudest, scares the demons away,
While consciousness fades, bodies aimlessly sway,
Pain behind smiles, betrayal behind kisses,
With every smooth score, plentiful misses,
Shot after shot, isn’t it a game after all?
Some tearing up for life, some for their wonderwall.

facade – a false appearance
wonderwall – the person you constantly find yourself thinking about

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