Mind Games

In this West End Girls world, we play,
With Opportunities that slip away.
What Have I Done to Deserve This? I cry,
As the pressure mounts and I question why.

It’s a Sin to show I’m weak inside,
So I wear my mask and try to hide.
But in the quiet of my room, alone,
I whisper, Being Boring cuts to the bone.

The world says Go West, but I stay here,
Drowning in thoughts I can’t make clear.
Suburbia feels like a cage to me,
Left to My Own Devices, yearning to be free.

Still, there’s hope in the sound of the night,
Always on My Mind, I’ll find the fight.
For I know deep down, through the strife,
It’s Alright, I’ll reclaim my life.

Can You Forgive Her?, the voices ask,
But the hardest part is unmasking the past.
So I’ll dance through the pain, let it unwind,
Because Love Comes Quickly, healing the mind.

And maybe one day, I’ll stand tall and strong,
With a heart that’s healed and a mind that belongs.
No more Being Boring, no more fear,
For the path to peace is finally clear.