He runs his hand
up and down her body
Looking at her with hungry eyes
She knows what he wants
and he knows she'll give it away
She wishes he would stop pretending
that she means anything to him
except being a whore
She takes a long drag from her cigarette
before she proceeds mindlessly
Their actions are nothing
There is no love or joy
They are merely actors playing a part
and when the curtain comes down
she'll be left all alone
and she'll wonder what happened
When did reality be come a show?
When did their lives turn into a script?
Where did their love go?
and will it ever come back?