over/dramatic

Stepped on the stage for a shot at redemption
Grew up under bright lights with no one's attention
Gripped by her strings, broke my back for affection
Shifted my shape, on her dime changed direction

Whatever you do, you must have discretion
She's still in my head, didn't make it to Heaven

The set walls I constructed in mind
Pale pink like the walls from the days I was five
Vowed her scenes won't be cut at curtains on her life
Never was any good at acting like I'm fine

We built grand productions, shrines to her pride
Swan danced as they crumbled the day that she died

Then I...
Hit the third rail as I smashed the fourth wall
Waited in the wings for the facade to fall
Grabbed the manuscript, added my own scrawl
Hysterical, too much, you don't get me at all

Only want me silent, perfect, kept small
A bruised up marionette doll

Well I've no song to sing, it's long time for breaking
Her overgrown tragic starlet in the making
Consumed by our sadness you swore I was faking
The stage is unsound, the floor won't stop shaking

I'm overdramatic, and you're underrating
But house lights up
Go home
The band's not playing.