Rage's song.

Emptiness filled with black tears,
smeared make up.
Rage and fear, this is like a dream.
My head's so fucked up...
Like in a Queen's song,
the show must go on.

I don't wanna own you
but still
and I don't love you
but still
Sometimes I think of you
inside me.
The touch of your hands in my skin
Your lips drying my tears

I know we are just friends...
But still,
I wish you where here.