Lilac walls and pink settees
Hexagon tables with cups of tea
Ritzy people righting the wrong
A pianist playing while singing a song.
Glasses clicking under corks that pop
Laughter and kisses in the silent backdrop
A woman in love, it’s in her eyes
A married man telling her lies.
A band strikes up, a guitar plucks away
It’s the beginning of the night, ending of the day
Another chance to become who you are.
If only you can open your eyes and see that far.
Admit the truth, you’ve come to stare
You live their lives, you’re dying in there.
You need to escape and find your own
Even if that means living alone.
Don’t live a life that’s false and untrue
Stand up and admit that you are you.
Be brave, be bold, let Hope lead you on
Then you can sing your own kind of song.
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