The Opera is Dead

I am listening an opera…
Sleeping inside me…
And in dreams he came…
His voice is close to me…
And speak my name…

Until I dream again…
I run to be at the corner…
And for now I hide…
Because I am listening
an opera again…Inside my head…

Who those see your face…
Just masquerade in pain…
U-turns those corners…
Just to not face that
The opera is dead…

Inside your mind…
No one who saw your pain…
Can go inside his world…
And nobody will come back…
They forgot the U-turns again… 

An Angel always will be there
to guide you and for you…