curtain
falls
masks covering the stage
every body cheering , clapping
roses flying here and there
but now i can see your true face
behind that mask , a false feelings
a false smile
a false words
i was the only one
who thought that you were different
the only one who thought
that those smiles and words
are real , are mine
but i realized while watching the crowed
that i was the victim in that play
i saw myself on that stage
and the wolves around me
the audience laughing , clapping, cheering
curtain falls, and i am the victim
he was a false champion
behind the scenes there is reflection
of another life , another me
and in that play i was the victim ....