It always goes like this
Could've predicted it
I'm so naive to think you loved me
For me
Kissed as I ran off stage
You're too old to play this game
Guess you're still growing up at thirty
Oh
Were you surprised by me when you took me home
You took a star to bed,
woke up with me instead
You
must have felt so damn deceived
when you made up a version of me
me
home When the glamour wore off,
reduced
to skin
I'm a goddess on stage,
human when we're alone.