Page 127 of Wicked Rockstar

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Of a heart that’s both young and old

In the shadows of yesterday

A love I couldn’t convey

Now you’re here in the light

Everything feels wrong but I know it’s right

Smoke and mirrors, that’s what they see

But your touch feels real to me

Fame’s a game I’ve always played

Now I’m scared, I’m so afraid

That this love might not be made

To survive in this masquerade

Headlines scream, they paint our tale,

A reformed bad boy, found his grail

But they don’t know the lie we spin

Or the truth that festers from within

Memories of chances missed

Of a young love never kissed

Now we’re dancing on the edge

Of a feeling I can’t hedge

Smoke and mirrors, that’s what they see

But your touch feels real to me

Fame’s a game I've always played

Now I’m scared, I’m afraid

That this love might not be made

To survive in this masquerade

Is this real or just for show?

I don’t think I even know

You were always out of reach

Now you’re here, and I can’t speak

Authenticity is a choice I never made

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